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It was there the young couple passed their 

HONEYMOON, ROAMING THE BROAD FIELDS 
WHICH WERE DECKED IN TFIEIR RICHEST HUE. 


{Froniis Web of Destiny) 


THE 

WEB of DESTINY 

By 

Mary A. L. Bliven 



BROADWAY PUBLISHING CO. 
835 BROADWAY, NEW YORK 


UuSARY 3 f OONBRtsS J 

Iwu Oooles SeCTlved j 

OCT 18 I30f 

^Com-n»t« Ertrv 

cuss 4 XXc., No. 

t^O ddS 

COr ( o. 


Copyright, 1907, 

BY 

MARY A. L. BLIVEX 


All Rights Reserved. 


PEEFACE. 


Circumstances are molders of great events. 
Empires and Nations have been molded by her 
artistic hand. She is ever weaving her web of 
destiny around mankind. Armies have been 
led to victory by her cunning ways, yet she 
holds her sway. It was circumstances that 
prompted me to write ^^The Web of Destiny/’ 
a true story, true to nature. 

For in fact each and every town have a Dr. 
Jones and wife, also a Deacon Allen. 

As a rule, the innocent suffer the wrongs of 
the wicked. As in this case, the widow’s daugh- 
ter, a child of sorrow, one I’ve had much sym- 
pathy for, now has a good husband and a good 
home, where she is happy and contented. 

I’ll leave her hoping the public will be 
lenient in their criticism, when knowing I’ve 
been sick with racking pains and a heart that 
was filled with sorrow — now I’ve partly re- 
gained my health. 

The story is told. I’ll submit it to the pub- 
lic, who may find time to while away a few 
leisure moments in perusing its pages. 

In writing this story, I’ve wandered through 


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Preface 


many a thrilling scene, some good, some bad; 
good in as much as it reverted my mind from 
rheumatic pains, as I was led through many a 
pleasant and tangled maze while writing ^^The 
Web of Destiny/’ 

The author, 

Mbs. M. a. L. Blivbn. 


CONTENTS 


CHAPTER I. Page. 

The Wedding and Journey i 

CHAPTER 11 . 

The Early Settlers ii 

CHAPTER III. 

A Young Doctor Conies to Ocelia i6 

CHAPTER IV. 

Changes in the New Home 25 

CHAPTER V. 

Many Changes 33 

CHAPTER VI. 

Dr. Jones Still in Ocelia... 39 

CHAPTER VII. 

A Trip to New England * SI 

CHAPTER VIII. 

Dr. Jones and Wife 61 

CHAPTER IX. 

The Young Widow 68 

CHAPTER X. 

The Widow 85 


11 


Contents. 


CHAPTER XL Page. 

The Death of Mrs. Dr. Jones 102 

CHAPTER XII. 

Dr. Jones’ Horse Stolen 121 

CHAPTER XIII. 

Making Maple Sugar 128 

CHAPTER XIV. 

Little Mary at Green Lake School 136 

CHAPTER XV. 

Dr. Jones Wooes His First Love 143 

CHAPTER XVI. 

Return to the Farm 152 

CHAPTER XVII. 

Dr. Jones at Home 163 

CHAPTER XVIII. 

Alice Burley’s Marriage 177 

CHAPTER XIX. 

Will Lamb Visits His Old Home 197 


TDE WEB OF DESTINY. 


CHAPTER I. 

THE WEDDING AND JOURNEY., 

It was many, many years ago the great wed- 
ding occurred at Willow Vale. Willow Vale 
was a little village in one of the New England 
States, and a quiet little place it was. 

The wedding was one of the great events that 
occurred at Willow Vale — the contracting par- 
ties being a young couple, yet in their teens. 
The youth was one of nature’s fairest speci- 
mens of a gentleman, not exceeding twenty 
years. In stature he was above the medium 
height and of a stout build, having the bearing 
of a prince. The bride was a gushing young 
belle of seventeen, with auburn hair, and rosy 
cheeks — one suited for a high station in life, 
being endowed with a Christian spirit and a 
heart that was filled with love for the young 
man of her choice, whose name was Edward, 
he being a descendant of Lord Edward Fitz 
Gerald of Dublin, Ireland. Young Edward 


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wore a suit of blue broadcloth, trinuned with 
gilt buttons; also a buff vest which was very 
becoming. The bride was arrayed in pure 
white, which was suited to her slight form and 
purity of heart— she being tall and graceful. 
It was said they were the handsomest couple 
ever married at Willow Vale. 

After being united in the holy bond of matri- 
mony, and partaking of a sumptuous dinner, 
with congratulations and good wishes of friends 
and relatives, the young couple departed, hav- 
ing old shoes thrown after them. Soon they 
were on their way to Edward’s home, which was 
about five miles away. 

Arriving there about 5 P. M., they were re- 
ceived with love and kindness into the hearts 
and home of his parents, who were well-to-do 
people, living in a quiet and unpretending 
style, choosing honesty and industry rather 
than a fashionable life. 

It was there the young couple passed their 
honeymoon, roaming the broad fields, which 
were decked in their richest hue. In fact, it 
was the first day of June, when all nature 
seemed to smile ; birds were singing their 
sweetest songs. It was a scene of pleasure, as 
they listened to the songs of the wild birds, 
with now and then a horseback ride, which 
was very fashionable in those days. Young 
Edward and his bride were often seen on horse- 
back on their way to John North’s, or ’Squire 


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3 


North’s, as he was more familiarly called, for 
that was the name of Kosie’s father. 

It was amid such scenes young Edward and 
Rosie lived their first six months, in quiet and 
happiness. Edward, being of an adventurous 
mind and very energetic, soon began talking 
of a home for himself and wife. About that 
time a rich uncle came to visit his parents, com- 
ing from Central New York, which was a new 
country and not much settled at that time. 
Yet it was a prosperous country, just what was 
suited to young Edward’s mind, who com- 
menced talking of up-country ; for, in fact, that 
was what it was called in those days. 

Rosie began to look sad ; she had never been 
away from home, besides she had always been 
a pet with her parents and never lived away 
from Willow Yale. She loved the willows that 
grew along the brook which trended its way 
through Willow Yale. It was where she played 
ill childhood’s happy days. Yet, Edward had 
made up his mind for the adventure, and it 
was not easily turned, so Rosie yielded. 

It was soon decided that the young couple 
would make a home in Central New York. 
Then began the preparations for a long jour- 
ney, which was quite an undertaking, as there 
was no public conveyance except by stage coach. 
The steamboats carried some passengers. Ed- 
ward soon had a horse and wagon, and other 
necessary things for a long journey. His horse 


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The Web of Destiny 


was one suited to his taste — one that was kind 
and gentle, besides being a good stepper. None 
but a good horse would suit him, and he knew 
what a good one was. 

It was at ’Squire North’s that the big red 
chest was being packed. Bed -and bedding, 
some china dishes, and other things for house- 
keeping, not forgetting the mirror and a small 
Bible that was placed in the till of the chest, 
wet with many tears from the mother’s eyes. 
The chest being packed it was securely locked 
with a padlock. Rosie was now ready for her 
departure, looking forward with a sad heart to 
the time when she would leave her friends and 
home; besides, it was a long and tedious jour- 
ney. 

Edw^ard was already at Mr. North’s making 
a short visit before he and Rosie started on their 
journey. lie was somewhat in a hurry to start 
on his journey, as it was getting colder every 
day. Finally he and Rosie bid their friends 
good-bye and started, though not until he had 
made arrangements with Mr. North to take 
the chest to Mr. Hull’s, Edward’s father, and 
also bring his family to see the young couple 
start on their journey. 

Finally the day arrived for the final leave. 
Mr. North and family, which consisted of wife 
and three daughters, were at Mr. Hull’s to see 
the young couple start, and to bid them a long 
good-bye. Poor Mrs. North said, ^TIow 


The Web of Destiny 


6 


young, how inexperienced to start out on life’s 
journey, and how many had started with bright 
hopes, only to see them vanish like the dew on 
the grass.” 

The time had arrived for the sad parting, it 
being past the golden Autumn and, in fact, it 
was cold December, the 13th day. The sun 
rose bright and beautiful, not a cloud to be 
seen. All nature seemed to smile, as relatives 
and friends arrived to bid the young couple 
good-bye. The first to arrive was ’Squire orth 
and family, with sad hearts and tearful eyes. 
Next came a sister of Edward’s, and her hus- 
band. She had always been a loving sister and 
a playmate. Then came other relatives and 
neighbors, filling the house with sympathizing 
friends. Yet the young couple were in good 
spirits. Then came the old-fashioned dinner 
of baked beans, brown bread, and pud- 

dings, all warm from the old stone oven. It 
was just twelve o’clock when each and every 
one took their place at the table. Mr. Hull 
looked somewhat embarrassed, but finally asked 
a blessing. Mrs. Hull looked sad, thinking of 
the vacant chairs. None could fill them like 
Edward and Rosie. Each one had partaken 
of a royal, good dinner. 

The horse and wagon were brought to the 
door. Then the big red chest was lifted into 
the wagon. Next came the parting. It was 
said, after looking around some time they 


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The Web of Destiny 


found Edward’s mother in the old stow bed- 
room, kneeling in prayer, asking God to take 
care of her children, and keep them from the 
tempter’s snare. 

Mr. Hull came in with Edward by his side, 
while Rosie was still clinging to her mother’s 
neck and weeping. Soon they were seated in 
the wagon, a large old-fashioned wagon, square 
body on four wheels with a high back seat, 
wooden beams over the top, which was cov- 
ered with canvas cloth to protect its occupants 
from the inclement weather. It was what 
would be called a prairie schooner in these days. 
Rover, an old pet dog of Edward’s, took his 
place under the forward axletree, where he was 
delighted to run, when allowed to go with his 
master. Edward said he would take him along 
as he was such a faithful watch dog. All 
things being ready for a start, Mr. Hull gave 
them his blessing with a God-speed them on 
their journey. All joined in wishing them joy 
and happiness. It was thus, with heavy hearts, 
the young couple started up the long lane which 
would take them on the main road. 

Soon they were on the road and miles away. 
Edw’^ard thought to cheer Rosie by saying, 
^^Rosie, we have all our worldly goods in the 
old ohest. There’s one thing, they are all paid 
for and are ours.” 

The first day’s drive was a short one, only 
driving about twenty miles, stopping over night 


The Web of Destiny 7 

with a cousin, who had many words to send up- 
country to friends and relatives. 

Next morning at an early hour they were on 
their way, hurrying towards Hartsford. After 
that day all were strangers. They were obliged 
to stop at hotels over night and get dinner as 
best they could, sometimes stopping at log- 
houses, which were very plentiful in those days. 
The journey was over rough roads and through 
a hilly country, which made it a tedious one. 
Yet the scenery was more than magnificent, 
with here and there a little log-house. 

It was some six days since they had left their 
New England home. It was just after they 
had passed a steep precipice — for, in fact, they 
were crossing the Catskill Mountains — as they 
drove round a sharp curve in the road they 
came to a fine-looking house with a good-look- 
ing signboard over the door, ^^Wild Wood 
Hotel.^' Rosie exclaimed, should say Wild 
Wood Hotel, for indeed it is a wild wood.’^ 
Edward reined up his horse with the intention 
of staying all night. However, after going into 
the place, he changed his mind, as he saw 
many rough looking people inside. He looked 
at Rosie and remarked, ^^We’ll be going.’^ Rosie 
felt that she must cry, for she was both tired 
and sleepy. She thought she could go no far- 
ther that night. However, they started on, but 
soon Edward noticed something wrong with his 
horse. He jumped out of the wagon, examined 


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The Web of Destiny 


the horse’s foot, for he was getting quite lame. 
To his surprise, he found a nail had been put 
under the horse’s shoe, which was the cause 
of its lameness. Edward began to think some- 
thing was wrong. He had not long to wait, for 
just as they were going through a dark place in 
the woods there a man stepped out from one 
side of the road. At the same time he grabbed 
Edward’s horse by the bit, demanding his 
money. Edward gave his horse a crack with 
the whip, which caused him to jump, throw- 
ing the man down. By that time the dog was 
on top of the man. Edward said not a word, 
but ran his horse up the hill. Soon Rover took 
his place under the wagon, where he was always 
ready to defend his master. Edward drove 
about five miles before he found a place to stay 
all night. Finally he stopped at a small log 
house. The people had all gone to bed and 
fast asleep. However, Edward woke them up 
and told them he wanted to stay all night. The 
man said he was not in circumstances to keep 
strangers. Finally he concluded to take them 
in, at the same time telling them that they 
must take up with his fare, which was very 
meager, as he was a poor man. Edward said 
he had seen enough that night and was willing 
to staj^ almost anywhere, so was shown into the 
house, which consisted of one room with two 
beds in it, one of them being a small one for 
the children, being two of them, the eldest less 


The Web of Destiny 


9 


than five years old. The wife gave them some 
bread and milk to eat, for which they were very 
thankful. Edward related to Mr. Day what 
he had seen and heard that night. The host 
had told Edw’ard his name was Day. Mr. Day 
knew nothing of the people around the neigh- 
borhood, as he had only moved there two weeks 
before, and had no neighbors within two miles. 
Rosie sat crying as though her heart would 
break, thinking of the home and friends she 
had left behind. Just then Mr. Day said he 
would show them where they were to sleep, so 
led the way up a ladder. Rosie hesitated about 
going up the ladder. Finally Edward took 
hold of her arm and assisted her along until 
they finally came to a small room under the 
eaves, where the roof nearly touched their bed. 
There they lay down upon a bed of straw with 
a few old blankets to cover themselves with. 

As Edward and Rosie lay in bed next morn- 
ing, waiting for daylight, Mrs. Day called them 
to breakfast. It was then that Rosie discov- 
ered there were no windows in the room. She 
had slept but little during the night, so got up 
looking pale and nervous. She was not used 
to such hardships. 

Breakfast being ready, which consisted of 
dried beef and bread and milk, Edward and 
Rosie sat down, feeling grateful for the hos- 
pitality shown them. After the repast Ed- 
ward, being in a hurry, asked Mr. Day what 


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was his bill. Upon being told “nothing,” he 
gave them one dollar and thanked them for 
their kindness, and started on their Jonrnev. 

After being on the road thirteen days, ar- 
rived at Edward’s uncle’s about sunset, Rosie 
sick with nervous headache, wishing herself 
home. A poor homesick child she was. Aunt 
Polly hurried around and soon had good warm 
food upon the table. Rosie said she could not 
think of eating, as she was so tired, but finally 
concluded to drink a little warm tea, and was 
much refreshed, but soon retired. It was very 
evident she needed rest. As Aunt Polly showed 
her to her room she remarked, “Poor tired 
child, I hope^ yoxi’ll have pleasant dreams and 
all right in the morning.” Rosie thanked 
her and retired for the night, thinking and 
dreaming of her friends she had left in tears. 

Aunt Polly did not hurry her breakfast next 
morning. She said: “Let them rest; I know 
they need it” 

It was eight o’clock when they sat down to 
breakfast, after being introduced to the cousins 
—there being two of them, Charles, the eldest, 
and Alice the next, she being just the age of 
Rosie. It was decided that Edward and Rosie 
should make their home with Uncle Burley, 
while he assisted them in securing a place for 
their future home, as he was acquainted for 
mileB around. 


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11 


CHAPTER II. 

THE EARLY SETTLERS. 

Uncle Burley and Aunt Polly were well 
pleased with Edward and Rosie. He had 
many tales to tell them of his early pioneer days 
when the country was a wilderness. It had 
been many years since he came to Ocelia, when 
there were no neighbors for miles, he having to 
mark the trees to find his place. It was there 
he built a small log-house on a small clearing 
that overlooked the Otcellic River. It was a 
beautiful place. Yet Aunt Polly has often told 
me how homesick and lonesome she was, often 
going to the river to pass away the time. She 
loved to gaze on it as it gently flowed through 
a fertile valley, with here and there a log-house. 
IVe often heard Uncle Burley say it was a 
great pleasure to him to take a boat and row 
across the river to attend an evening prayer 
meeting. Mr. Burlej^" was a devout Christian, 
a Baptist preacher. He often made appoint- 
ments for a prayer and conference meeting at 
Mr. Sime’s, on the opposite side of the river, 
where he would pray and exhort his neighbors 


12 The Web of Destiny 

and kinsmen to be more watchful and prayer- 
ful. He told me it was some five years after 
he came to Ocelia that he and some friends 
started to cross the river to attend a prayer 
meeting as usual. The boat was an old rickety 
one, however it had always carried them safely 
over. Ho one thought it otherwise than safe. 
The party was seated in the boat and then 
rowed out into the stream. Just as they were 
rounding a deep curve the boat sprang apart, 
which so frightened Mr. Burley’s sister and two 
young lady acquaintances, they could not keep 
their seats, so commenced moving from one side 
to the other. That still sprang the boat farther 
apart and finally they found themselves in the 
river. The water was rushing swiftly down 
the stream. It had previously rained two or 
three days, which swelled the current of the 
river to an unusual height. Mr. Burley tried 
all ways to rescue them from the swollen tide, 
but only succeeded in saving the two young 
ladies, who clung to him as they were precipi- 
tately thrown into the water. Mr. Smith and 
his wife were both drowned. It did seem 
strange, for in fact Mr. Smith was an excellent 
swimmer. It was a sad accident that happened 
some twenty-five years before Edward and 
Rosie came to Ocelia. 

There had been many changes in twenty-five 
years. Mr. Burley had just erected a large 
frame house with all the modern improve- 


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13 


ments. At that time Ocelia was quite a pros- 
perous place, consisting of a Baptist church, 
school house, two stores, blacksmith’s shop and 
many other buildings, besides a hotel. Ed- 
ward and Kosie were very much at home at Mr. 
Burley’s, neighbors calling to see the new com- 
ers, giving them a hearty welcome, for those 
people were a very hospitable people. 

Soon Edward secured the new home by buy- 
ing one hundred and sixty acres of land, pay- 
ing two hundred and fifty dollars cash and giv- 
ing a mortgage for two hundred and forty more. 

It was a warm pleasant day in March, the 
25th, that Edward and Charles started for the 
new home. It was a very picturesque scenery 
as they climbed the long steep hill. Edward 
thought he had never seen such magnificent 
scenery before; the tall hemlocks on both sides 
of the road with deep gorges and moss-covered 
boulders. The water went gushing in and out 
of every nook as it went plunging down the 
steep hill, first one side and then the other. 

As Edward cast his eyes upward to view the 
tall trees he exclairned: never beheld such 

trees before; see how they spread their mag- 
nificent boughs. They are just lovely!” 

The wood chopper had not as yet made his 
appearance. It was where the Indian boy had 
chased the wild deer and sat beneath the hem- 
lock boughs and wooed his dusky maid. 

At that time there were some Indians stroll- 


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The Web of Destiny 


ing through the country; not many, however, 
as there were a few years previous, when they 
centered there for fishing. Tradition tells many 
a daring tale of the early settlers with the 
Jndians. 

As I was saying, Edward and Charles were 
climbing the long, steep hill, about three miles 
from Ocelia, then they passed on a half mile 
before they reached the clearing at the top 
of the hill. There they found a rich, fertile 
tract of land, also a large sheet of water, called 
the Green Lake, it being surrounded by tall 
hemlocks, which were reflected in its water, 
making it look green and so was called the 
Green Lake. Near the lake lived Giles Allen. 
It was one-half mile from there they reached 
the new home, a log-house, situated upon a 
small knoll, overlooking the lake, surrounded 
with large trees, giving it a home look. That 
was the place where Edward and Rosie were to 
make their home. Edward made all necessary 
arrangements for housekeeping. He had 
bought two bedsteads, a table, six chairs, some 
kettles — knowing they w^ould use the fireplace, 
as stoves had not come into use then. Aunt 
Polly gave them a bed, which made them two 
beds, one for each bedroom; for, in fact they 
had two bedrooms, besides a large square room. 

It was the last day of March, Tuesday morn- 
ing that Edward moved his goods to the new 
home, not forgetting vegetables and groceries, 


The Web of Destiny 


15 


which he knew they would need. Then he went 
back for Rosie and the chest. 

Arriving at their home about noon, Rosie 
spread the table with good wholesome food, well 
cooked, and furnished from Aunt Polly’s well- 
filled closet. 

After dinner Edward and Rosie commenced 
settling their home. After things were some- 
what straightened up Rosie said to Edward: 
‘^Now open the chest; I think it will do me 
good to see things from home.” Edward un- 
locked the chest. Began by taking out the bed 
and some china dishes. He soon came to the 
mirror and, to his surprise, he found it broken. 
Rosie burst out crying and exclaimed, ^T’d 
rather lost everything in the chest than had that 
glass break. It’s a sure sign of death- — ^my 
grandmother always said so. She broke a 
glass once and her sweetheart died soon after.” 
Edward tried to comfort her by telling her all 
signs were not true. She grieved for two or 
three weeks, but finally gave it up as they were 
getting along so well, and were so happy in the 
new home. She soon forgot about the glass or 
ceased to talk about it. 


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CHAPTER HI. 

A YOUNG DOCTOR COMES TO OOELIA. 

It was in the month of May, a young doctor 
moved to Ocelia. His name was Jones, and a 
well looking man he was. It was said he came 
from near the Connecticut River. The people 
were well pleased, for, in fact, there wasnH a 
doctor in the place. He commenced house- 
keeping in plain style. It was evident he was 
a poor man. He had neither horse nor wagon 
— ^was just locating for business. It had taken 
all his funds to fit him for the profession. 

Mr. Burley said, ^^We need a doctor in the 
place ; let’s give him a start. My motto is, ^To 
help those who help themselves.’ ” Mr. Bur- 
ley commenced by putting his name down for 
twenty dollars, then took it to his friends and 
neighbors, from whom he soon secured enough 
to buy a horse, which was bought at once, and 
presented to the doctor. He thanked them and 
seemed well pleased. 

The doctor was a well looking young man of 
thirty and seemed to understand his business. 

His wife was a fine looking woman, who 


The Web of Destiny 17 

seemed to appreciate her good looks, with 
many consequential airs. It was said they came 
from Connecticut, near the Connecticut Eiver. 

Soon he had a good practice, for there was no 
doctor for miles around. 

Edward and he became fast friends, he being 
a very congenial man, and coming from the 
East; his wife was one of those women who 
wanted to impress the people in Ocelia with an 
idea that she was far superior to all the other 
women in and around the place. She would 
often say to the doctor, ^^We must keep up some 
style, so as to hold a high position in society. 

It was some six or eight months after they 
came to Ocelia Mrs. Jones united with the Bap- 
tist church in that place. She seemed much de- 
voted to the church society, was scarcely ever 
absent on Sunday. The doctor had seemed to 
prosper in his business, and they were living in 
quite good style. Mrs. Jones was getting some- 
what extravagant. She gave parties now and 
then, asking but few. She would say to the 
doctor: ^^Those people are not worth my no- 
tice. 1^11 show the people in Ocelia what 
style is.’^ 

It was true the people in Ocelia were not 
what Mrs. Jones called stylish. Yet they were 
good honest people; had never studied the art 
of fashion. 

One morning as the doctor was getting ready 
to go out Mrs. Jones said to him: want a 


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servant girl. I can’t do everything. The Bur- 
leys have one.” 

The doctor looked at her with an astonished 
look, and replied: ‘^Why, Almira, they have a 
large family and are able to keep a girl.” 

know Mr. Burley is a rich man,” said 
Mrs. Jones, ^^but I should think a doctor could 
afford to keep a servant girl. I don’t want 
anyone to think I can’t keep a servant girl as 
well as those Burleys. Yonder comes Alice, she 
has no style, speaks to the poorest people in 
town. I should think she would have a little 
dignity, being a rich man’s daughter. I can’t 
associate with her if she continues to call at old 
Mrs. Wilson’s.” 

^‘Why, Almira, I’m astonished! Poor Mrs. 
AVilson is sick and needs some one to care for 
her,” said the doctor. 

About that time Alice entered the sitting- 
room, when Mrs. Jones exclaimed, ^^Oh, doctor, 
here’s Alice, and I’m so glad to see her ! Alice, 
I’ve wanted to see you for a week. I’m so tied 
down with the care of housework I can’t scarce- 
ly ever get out. Besides, the doctor is away so 
much of the time. I want to hire a girl to do 
housework, so I can get out once in a while.” 

She gave Alice one of her sweetest smilesf 
and remarked, ^‘Do you know of a girl ?” 

^^Yes,” said Alice, ^Hhere’s Sally Moore. 
She’s a splendid girl; worked for us last sum- 


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mer when J ane was sick. She^s a good Christian 
girl and you can depend upon her.’’ 

^^Why, Alice, do you mean John Moore’s 
daughter !” 

^^Yes,” said Alice. 

^^Oh, I thought they were quite well-to-do,” 
said Mrs. Jones. 

^^Yes, they are,” remarked Alice, ^‘but Mrs. 
Moore thinks she can do all of her work and let 
Sally work out some so as to help buy her 
clothes.” 

^^Why, Alice, if I was Sally Moore’s mother 
I would feel ashamed to have Sally working 
out.” I 

^^Why, Mrs. Jones, Mr. Moore’s people are 
very honorable people. You know they are 
members of our church.” 

Mrs. Jones looked up scornfully and re- 
marked, ^^Yes, and what a looking bonnet Sally 
had on Sunday.” 

Alice got up and remarked: must be go- 
ing, Mrs. Jones.” j 

Just then the doctor entered and after pass- 
ing compliments with Alice he remarked : 
^^Miss Burley, you are looking somewhat tired.”j 

^^Yes,” said Alice, was down to Mrs. 
Wilson’s all night — she’s very sick and has no 
one to care for her.” | 

am glad, Miss Burley, you are so very 
kind. She does need some one so much to care 
for her.” 


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^^She’s a little better to-day. I hope shell 
soon recover, for her family need her. They 
are very poor.’^ 

Just then Alice got up and started, telling 
Mrs. Jones she v^as going to stop at Mrs. Wil- 
son’s and see that she was comfortable. Mrs. 
Jones bade Alice good-bye, telling her she would 
see her at the church that evening. 

As soon as Alice was well out of the house 
Mrs. Jones said to the doctor, ^M’ve heard of a 
girl. Alice said she’s splendid — old J ohn 
Moore’s daughter, Sally.” 

The doctor looked surprised and said, ^‘Why, 
Almira, you don’t need a girl. There are only 
two of us and Mrs. Wilson will soon be well to 
do the washing again. You know I’ve a num- 
ber of large bills to pay.” 

^^You are always preaching that,” said Mrs. 
Jones. 

^^We’ve got to live for all paying debts, but 
Almira you can do your work. Let us try to 
be economical, so’s to save a little something for 
a rainy day.” 

Just then she gave the doctor another scorn- 
ful look and replied : ^^You are always looking 
for rainy days; for my part, I want to see the 
sun shine while I live.” 

It was thus the conversation ended that 
night. Rising early the next morning, the doc- 
tor started for Edward Hull’s, his wife was 


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ill, at the same time telling Mrs. Jones he would 
be back to dinner. I 

After he had hitched up his horse and got 
well started, Mrs. Jones commenced singing a 
favorite air while hurrying around and doing 
her work. Finally she said to herself, know 
a doctor can afford to keep a girl ; I’ll see what 
I can do.” 

Next morning Sally Moore was at Dr. Jones’. 
As Mrs. Jones had secured the service of a first- 
class girl, she gave Sally full charge of the 
work, which she did with credit, while Mrs. 
Jones devoted her time to society. 

There was to be a lecture at the church the 
25th; the Rev. Owen was to speak in behalf of 
the heathen. Mrs. Jones had taken great in- 
terest in foreign missions for some time and 
had often said, ^^We ought to have a missionary 
society. You know our Bible teaches us to for- 
ward the Gospel to all parts of the earth. Only 
think of those poor creatures not knowing good 
from evil.” Then she burst into tears and 
finally said, ^^We will take up a collection every 
Sunday and send missionaries to those poor 
dear creatures.” 

It was the twenty-fifth when Mr. Owen gave 
a very touching address in behalf of the heath- 
en, which seemed to have met Mrs. Jones’ ap- 
proval. At the close of the lecture it was decided 
to take up a collection for Mr. Owen to help 
him on in the good work. When the lecture 


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closed there were quite a number standing 
around Mr. Owen. As Dr. Jones came up some 
one said, ^‘Well, Doctor, what do you think 
about the heathen 

^^Well, as you’ve asked the question, I must 
say I think there are some people in Oce- 
lia who ought to be looked after.” 

All joined in a laugh. About that time Alice 
said to the doctor, hear you were up to Ed- 
ward’s Sunday, how is Kosie?” The doctor 
looked around, saying, ^^She’s been working 
pretty hard this summer, has taken a sudden 
cold and is threatened with fever. However, 
I think she’ll be all right in a few days.” 

About that time Mrs. Wilson stepped up to 
Alice, put out her hand and remarked, ^T’m so 
glad to see you. Miss Burley.” Alice clasped 
her hand, giving it a hearty shake, and at the 
same time remarked: hope you are quite 

well, Mrs. Wilson.” Just then all left the 
church. 

Olive Wilson had seen better days. She was 
born in Cortland, N. Y., was the daughter of 
Jonathan Maine. Her mother died at her birth, 
leaving the little babe to be reared by strangers. 
The father soon married again and the step- 
mother, not wanting the care of Olive, finally 
prevailed on the father to give Olive to Philip 
Hale. He, having no children, was well pleased 
with Olive. He gave her a good common school 


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education. She was a smart, industrious girl 
and, moreover, she was very amiable. Mr. and 
Mrs. Nale always seemed to think everything 
of Olive; were loath to have her marry John 
Wilson, who was a worthy young man. How- 
ever they were married and moved to Ocelia, 
where I first found them. 

When poor Mrs. Wilson was well again she 
was looking for her washing, on which she de- 
pended for her living when well. She had lost 
Mrs. Dr. Jones. Mrs. Jones said it was such 
a trial to have her around with two small chil- 
dren. 

Mrs. Wilson had passed through many trials; 
sickness and death came, robbing her of her 
loved ones. Her husband being a carpenter, 
was working on Judge Lain’s house when the 
ladder slipped, throwing him to the ground, 
breaking one arm, besides he sustained other 
injuries which proved fatal, leaving Mrs. Wil- 
son with four small children, the eldest being 
less than eight years old. That same summer 
the children had scarlet fever. The two eldest 
died and were laid beside their father, leaving 
Mrs. Wilson almost broken hearted. She trust- 
ed in a living God ; her hopes were beyond this 
life, yet she must struggle on and work. She 
had two small children to support. My reader, 
that poor woman left to the mercy of a cold 
world, struggled with poverty. Heart broken! 


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How oft, in her lonely home, has she wept in 
the dark watches of the night, asking God to 
guide and protect her and her little ones. 

I will now leave her, thinking how long this 
state of society will remain. 


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CHAPTEK IV. 

CHANGES IN THE NEW HOME. 

As time bore us along with all its cares, 
mixed with joy and sorrow, we once more en- 
ter the home of Edward Hull. Here we find 
Eosie a mother, having given birth to a beauti- 
ful daughter. With what pride the young cou- 
ple looked upon their darling baby! Was there 
ever such care and devotion lavished upon a 
child? 

Next came the naming. Soon there came a 
letter from his parents, saying to name the 
little one after its grandmother. Edward said: 
^^Mary Eitz Gerald is a good name; that was 
my mother’s maiden name, why not call her 
that ?” 

Rosie gave Edward a beseeching look and 
said: ^^My mother’s name is Annie; I think 
that a good name.” 

‘^Yes,” said Edward, ^‘but you know the 
Eitz Geralds have royal blood. My mother al- 
ways thought so much of the Eitz Geralds I 
should like to keep up the name of her pro- 
genitors, so we’ll call her Mary Anna Eitz Ger- 
ald, and so it was decided. 


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Edward said, ^TVe everything to live for; 
this dear little one of ours gives me new life. 
How I love the little log-house that shelters my 
wife and child. Here are all my hopes and 
joys.'^ 

It was thus we find Edward happy in his new 
home, clearing up land and setting out a fine 
orchard of choice fruit trees. His whole mind 
was to have a home with all the luxuries hands 
could provide. With Rosie and little Mary in 
good health what more could he ask for. 

So time passed on for three years; Edward 
often went to the lake fishing, as he had made 
a beautiful boat for that purpose, calling it the 
^‘Good Luck.^^ He often caught large strings 
of fish. Often he would take Rosie and little 
Mary along for a sail. 

Giles Allen and Edward had always been the 
best of friends. Edw^ard often said to Rosie, 
^T’m sorry for Deacon Allen; he has no one to 
care for him.” 

Deacon Allen had buried his wife some two 
years before, leaving him all alone in the world, 
as one would say. He had no relatives to sym- 
pathize with him. Soon after he was ordained 
a deacon. From his youth up he bore the 
reputation of being grave and sedate, thought- 
ful and pure-minded. You always found him 
at the church on Sunday, often walking six 
miles. He said it was the Lord’s day and he 
would serve Him and no other. Edward being 


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his nearest neighbor, was often seen with him 
on the way to the Green Lake for fish. 

It was the 10th of September on a beautiful 
autumnal day, Edward said to Rosie, ^^The dea- 
con and myself are going fishing.” By that 
time little Mary had her arms around his neck 
and said: go, papa.” Edward gave her a 

kiss, telling her to run to mamma, which she 
did. Edward followed, laughing, and said : 

kiss mamma,” and did. Then he imme- 
diately started for the lake, where he soon met 
Deacon Allen. They hastened to the boat and 
were soon out on the deep waters, casting their 
lines for fish. There were no fish ; no luck that 
day. About that time Edward cast his eyes up 
and exclaimed, ^^We’re going to have a shower, 
let’s hurry for the shore.” Soon they were on 
their way, when they were overtaken by the 
wind and rain. Deacon Allen said he never 
saw anything like it before. It rained, it 
hailed and thundered and lightened. The thun- 
der fairly shook the lake. As Deacon Allen 
said, he never saw such a tempest before. The 
wind swept everything in its course, when all 
of a sudden it struck the boat, turning it upside 
down. The next thing they found themselves 
struggling in the water. They had lost their 
oars and were unable to get into the boat again, 
so started for the shore. As they were nearing 
the shore Edward grew weak. The deacon saw 
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him, hoping to assist him, but it was of no use, 
for he sank before the deacon could reach him. 
The deacon said he never expected to reach the 
shore, but as luck would have it, the wind 
changed and he was drifted toward the shore, 
where he caught on to a fallen tree, where he 
rested for a while. Finally he managed to 
reach shore, crawled up on the bank where he 
lay completely exhausted. can’t tell how 
long I lay there,” said the deacon; ^‘the time 
seemed very long.” After a while I grew 
stronger ; I got up, found I could walk. How 
strange everything seemed ! 1 was fairly be- 

wildered, hardly knew my own name. Yet I 
knew something must be done. 1 felt I could 
not break the news to Rosie, so started for J ohn 
Lamb’s. I knew he had two sons at home, and 
we should need help. I reached the Lamb 
homestead just as they had finished dinner. I 
told them what had happened.” 

It was decided that Mr. and Mrs. Lamb 
should go immediately to Edward’s home and 
break the sad news to Rosie. The deacon 
changed his clothes and started with the Lamb 
boys for the lake. It was soon decided that 
they could do nothing without a boat. Jim 
Lamb started for Edward’s barn, saddled his 
horse and was soon on his way to Ocelia, run- 
ning the horse all the way, stopping only at 
Uncle Burley’s to tell them the sad news. How- 
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on the way to the lake. They were determined 
to recover the body that night if possible. 

It was just before .sunset when they arrived 
at the lake. The sun was shining, not a cloud 
to be seen and a beautiful rainbow expanded 
the earth. All were anxious to recover the body, 
so immediately set themselves to work dredg- 
ing the lake. It was not a long job, as Deacon 
Allen knew very near the spot where Edward's 
body sank. As luck would have it, the body 
was soon recovered and taken to the shore, 
where it was gently lifted into a wagon, then 
taken to the house, which was filled with sym- 
pathizing friends. Uncle Burley being among 
the number, and he did not forget to bring 
Charles and Alice along to comfort Rosie in her 
sorrow. 

The reader will remember Mr. and Mrs. 
Lamb started to go and break the news to Rosie. 
Arriving there about three o’clock, they found 
Rosie down to the road watching for Edward’s 
return, her dinner waiting. As Mr. Lamb 
reined up his horse and stopped he could see 
Rosie had an inquiring look, as much as to say, 
^^What has happened?” Mr. and Mrs. Lamb 
tried to appear calm and composed. At the 
same time Mr. Lamb remarked, ^^We came to 
spend the afternoon.” Rosie invited them into 
the house, telling them that Edward had gone 
to the lake and had not returned, and that she 
was afraid something had happened, as there 


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had been such a hard tempest Mrs. Lamb re- 
marked it had all cleared away and then asked 
where little Mary was. Rosie looked up smil- 
ing and said, ^^She is having her afternoon 
nap.’’ 

Mr. Lamb had just stepped outside the door 
when Mrs. Lamb remarked about the changes 
in the weather. reminds me of the changes 
in our lives,” she said, ^^we are happy in the 
morning and before night find ourselves sorely 
afflicted, often bereft of loving friends. God 
is our friend; He’ll help us in all our sorrows 
if we trust in Him.” Then hesitatingly re- 
marked, ^^Rosie, there’s been a sad accident to- 

Rosie commenced crying and exclaimed, 
know something has happened to Edward. Do 
tell me quick or I shall go wild.” 

Mrs. Lamb looked at Rosie, her whole heart 
was filled with love and sympathy and at the 
same time told her she must be calm and bear 
up under her afflictions. ^Wou know this world 
is full of sorrow. Your Heavenly Eather will 
care for you.” 

By that time Rosie understood all and gave 
a look of wild despair, exclaiming, ^^Kill me! 
I can never live to see my loving husband 
wrapped in the cold arms of death.” Mrs. 
Lamb stood smoothing her hair gently, telling 
her what could not be helped must be endured. 
Rosie clasped her hands as one in despair and 


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exclaimed, know I rave like one who has lost 
their mind, but who can be calm when the heart' 
is breaking! Help me, Oh, my God! in this 
trying hour!’’ 

By that time she had fallen to the floor in- 
sensible, only reviving enough to call Edward’s 
name. Mr. and Mrs. Lamb lifted her on to the 
bed and administered to every want. It was 
just at twilight when the solemn procession 
arrived bearing Edward’s body to his room for 
the last time. Poor Kosie was unconscious of 
what was going on. Alice was sitting near her 
bedside, caring for every want. Little Mary 
was crying and clinging to her mother, not 
knowing what it all meant, for she had never 
seen death before. 

Next morning Kosie looked like a marble 
statue, clinging to little Mary and exclaiming, 
live for you !” 

No pen can write the sorrow of those days. 
Edward’s manly body was laid in his Uncle 
Burley’s burying ground at Ocelia. Charles 
and Alice stayed with Rosie. What a comfort 
Alice was, always sharing in Rosie’s afflictions 
and pointing to a just God who doeth all things 
for the best. 

Mr. Burley did not forget to write Edward’s 
parents at once, explaining every detail. Dea- 
con Allen and the Lambs were ready to do 
everything in their power to aid and assist in 
securing Rosie’s crops. 


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Mr. Burley thought it best for Rosie to come 
to his home and stay until he should hear from 
Edward’s parents, Charles was obliged to leave 
as he had made arrangements to enter Union 
College, and had to go at once. Rosie and 
Alice stayed long enough to pack up all the 
things in the house, so as to be ready to go with 
Mr. Burley to Ocelia. 

It was with a sad heart Rosie was getting 
ready to leave her hoihe, shedding tears most of 
the time. Alice knew Rosie must have a change 
of scene or she would be beside herself. 

When Mr. Burley came everything was 
ready. Rosie was the last one to leave the 
house. She loved the little log-house. It was 
there she had buried all earthly hopes. 

As they were seated in the wagon and started 
Rosie cast a long and anxious look at the little 
log-house, thinking how many happy days she 
had passed in it. Uncle Burley was somewhat 
in a hurry and urged his horse along, reaching 
Ocelia about three o’clock. Aunt Polly meeting 
Rosie at the door. She put her arms around 
her neck and said: ^^My dear child, how much 
you have suffered! Be assured you are with 
friends who will love and care for you. This 
shall be your home until you wish to leave it” 


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CHAPTER V. 

MANY CHANGES. 

In the southern part of New England we find 
Mr. Hull on the farm, where we left him five 
years ago, prospering in business, accumulating 
a snug little fortune for his declining years. 
Often he received letters from Edward and 
Rosie, stating how well they were getting along, 
having paid up the mortgage on the farm and 
that they were thinking of coming East to visit 
their friends. Mr. and Mrs. Hull were so 
much pleased to hear such good news from their 
children and concluded to go to John North’s 
and spend the day and let them know they were 
expecting Edward and family for a visit. Mr. 
and Mrs. Hull, as well as Mr. and Mrs. North, 
were overjoyed to think of their children com- 
ing home. It had been five years since they had 
left their New England home. 

As Mr. Hull was driving along towards home 
he said to his wife, ^^I’ll stop at the post office. 
We might hear from the children.” 

It was nearly sunset when he came out of 
the post office. He looked somewhat sad and 


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anxious. He had received a letter with a black 
seal. He knew there was sad news for him. 
He put the letter in his pocket, not saying a 
word to his wife about the letter, thinking he 
would read it before any one should hear its bad 
tidings. When he had driven home he helped 
Mrs. Hull out of the wagon and hurried to the 
barn, where he opened the letter Mr. Burley had 
sent him. There is no one who knows what 
passed in that barn. Surely he looked like one 
who had a fit of sickness, for he was as white as 
he could be. Finally he took the letter to the 
house, showing it to the family. Mrs. Hull 
could not say one word, but buried her face in 
her apron, and moaned, refusing to be com- 
forted, saying, ^^Oh, my boy, my boy! I shall 
never see him again.^’ 

That mother never got over the shock of Ed- 
ward’s death, but lived a prayerful life, wait- 
ing to join her son when she had finished life’s 
journey. Mr. Hull sent his hired man to John 
North’s to let them know about Edward’s death, 
requesting them to come to his house. There 
must be something done; Rosie and Edward’s 
child could not stay away from their friends. 

About nine o’clock next morning ’Squire 
North and wife were seen driving down the 
long lane to Mr. Hull’s place. I tell you it was 
a sad day. Mr. North and wife loved Edward 
as their own child, and to think of Rosie being 
left alone! 


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Mrs. Hull said: am afraid it will kill 

Rosie, for her whole mind was set on Edward. 
I never saw such a devoted couple. We must 
send some one for Rosie and the little one.^’ 
Mr. Hull finally said: can^t go, for my 

health is very poor. My doctor says IVe heart 
trouble. I could not stand the journey, but I 
will write Silas Burley this day; he can come 
and bring Rosie and the little one. I’m willing 
to pay all the expenses. He has a son at home 
to look after his business and there’s Alice to 
look after the house. He could come with a 
pair of horses and bring Sister Polly along; 
I’ve not seen her in twenty years. It is cer- 
tainly impossible for me to think of going. Be- 
sides, Silas has traveled over the road a num- 
ber of times. I’ll write him at once.” 

(The letter.) 

Hill, Oct. 10, 18 — 

^^Brother Silas: 

‘T received your kind letter and truly feel 
grateful for your kindness. You can’t realize 
what a gloom it has cast over my home. My 
wife has been almost beside herself. There is not 
one of my family but what feels our loss sorely. 
As for myself, I never had anything that 
shocked me like Edward’s death. I can’t real- 
ize it as yet. Edward was such a promising 
young man, always a dutiful son. I am about 
to ask a great favor of you: 


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you care for Kosie and little Mary? I 
think it best to sell the farm, if you can get a 
good price ; it would be better to rent it if you 
should not be able to sell it. After you have 
settled up the business and everything is all 
right, give Rosie what is left of the money, then 
take Rosie and little Mary and bring them 
East. Do bring Sister Polly along. I^"e not 
seen her in twenty years. I’ll pay all the ex- 
penses of your journey. Will you do me this 
great favor? 

^^Please write at once. My family is all in 
usual health. Remember me to your family 
and tell Rosie to bear up under her afflictions; 
she’s not the only one that mourns. Please 
write soon. 

^^Yours respectfully, 

^^Charles Hull/^ 

The letter reached Silas Burley in due sea- 
son. The arrangements were soon made for 
Mr. Burley and wife Polly to come with Rosie 
and little Mary. It was decided that they 
should come with a pair of horses, so as to 
bring such things as could be packed in the 
wagon. 

Mr. Burley had not sold the farm, but finally 
concluded to rent it to Deacon Allen for three 
years. He had sold everything but Edward’s 
horse. He thought he would take that down to 
Edward’s father, knowing how much he woidd 


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prize it, as it was the same horse Edward had 
driven from his father’s home five years before. 

It was a beautiful warm winter’s day, the 
15th of December, Mr. Burley with his pos- 
sessions had started for the East, having good 
weather most of the way. He made the journey 
in thirteen days, thinking he would surprise 
Mr. Hull, for in fact he had not as yet an- 
swered his letter. 

On the 28th of December Mr. Hull happened 
to be standing in front of the house looking up 
the long lane, when all of a sudden he saw a 
two-horse wagon turn down the lane, not think- 
in who it might be. 



Mr. Hull met them at the gate. How" sur- 
prised to see Silas Burley, the good and gen- 
erous man, always doing good for others. Poor 
Rosie was thinking how five years before she 
had started from that very spot with such 
bright prospects, now to return under such cir- 
cumstances, leaving Edward so far away in a 
lonely grave was too much for her to bear. Mr. 
Hull did not know his sister, she had changed 
so much ; yet she wore a calm and heavenly 
look. All were surprised to see Rosie look so 
sad; her cheeks had lost their rosy hue. Little 
Mary was delighted to see her grandparents; 
she had been taught to love and reverence them. 
Mrs. Hull clasped her in her arms, saying: 
^^She has Edward’s dark brown hair and hazel 
eyes; looks as he did at her age. I will take 


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her to my heart and home, hoping and trusting 
she may be as good and true as he/’ 

Rosie continued weeping, yet she had the 
sympathy of all. Mr. Hull and family were 
overjoyed, thinking Rosie and Mary had re- 
turned and Mr. Burley and wife came for a 
visit. All were in tears, thinking of the changes 
time had wrought. 

Who of us know what a day may bring forth. 
We live in a fairy dream, building air castles, 
always seeing them in the far off future. Such 
is life; made up of joys and sorrows. We are 
ushered into existence, not knowing why, only 
to be wafted on like the clouds that are moved 
by every wind. It’s the wind of circumstances 
that wafts us on with Hope pointing to bright 
skies. It’s Hope that cheers us o’er the dark 
river and gives us courage to say ^^God’s will be 
done.” 


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CHAPTER VI. 

DR. JONES STILL IN OCELIA. 

It was four years ago I left Dr. Jones and 
wife at the church. I returned to find them 
still living in Ocelia. 

I found the doctor much changed since I saw 
him last. He seemed to have a disappointed 
appearance, yet one could see he had not lost 
his dignity nor gentlemanly appearance. He 
was spending most of his leisure time at the 
tavern when not attending to his patients. He 
looked like one on the downward road to ruin. 
How many there have been beset on the high- 
way of life by the accursed stuff called rum. 
Some of the best intellects have been paralyzed 
by it and still the trade goes on. We see them 
falling on every side, victims to the dreadful 
stuff. 

Mrs. Jones was still a leader in society, or 
at least tried to be. She had more interest in 
missionary work than her own home, not seem- 
ing to see the change in her own husband. She 
had no hired girl and was away from home most 
of the time, using most of the money the doctor 


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earned. The doctor was refused credit at the 
store a month before. Mr. Dye told him his bill 
was already one hundred and twenty-five dol- 
lars and had been running over a year, and he 
could not let any more goods go on credit. 

Three months before the doctor had his horse 
and wagon attached for debt, contracted before 
coming to Ocelia. 

I felt sorry for the doctor. He’s a kind- 
hearted man. I think his debts were worrying 
him. He looked lonesome — his wife was away 
so much of the time, leaving him to board at 
the tavern. The doctor was not feeling well, as 
he said, and had sent for his wife to come home. 
When she arrived she told him she could never 
stay there, for it was so lonesome. She wanted 
to go where there was something going on. She 
had not been home long when she commenced 
begging the doctor for fifty dollars, telling him 
she must go and see the Barnes’. ^^You know 
I had such a good time there last Christmas. 
Ellen is to be married soon. I’ve written them 
I was coming and I don’t want to disappoint 
them ; besides, Ellen wants me to help select her 
wedding outfit. The wedding will be one of 
the grandest ever celebrated in Bingo. I must 
have a new dress for the occasion. I want a 
sky-blue silk. That won’t cost much, and be- 
sides, it would be so becoming. I always looked 
well in blue. I hope you’ll not disappoint me 
about the money. There’s Henry Hale you’ve 


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been doctoring for six months and a number of 
others. I think I could get along with fifty 
dollars and make a respectable appearance.’^ 

The doctor was seated by the window look- 
ing outside with an anxious look when he ex- 
claimed : ^^Almira, I can’t promise. I want to 
pay my store bill. Mr. Dye refused me a credit 
long ago. I’ve promised to pay him when Mr. 
Hale pays me.” 

^^But Doctor,” said Mrs. Jones, ^^you can 
go up to Mr. Hale’s this evening and Mr. Dye 
won’t know anything about it. He can wait a 
while longer.” 

^^But, Almira, I don’t want to do that. I’ve 
promised Mr. Dye and don’t want to break my 
promise. Besides, I’m tired of living this way. 
I’ve been in debt ever since I came to this place 
and was owing some before. I wish you would 
stay at home and give me a chance to pay my 
bills.” 

Mrs. Jones looked somewhat flushed in her 
face and snarled out: ^^Why, Doctor, you don’t 
mean for me to stay at home and not go to Mrs. 
Barnes’ ; Ellen would be so disappointed. I’m 
sure I should not have an invitation to the wed- 
ding, and I don’t want to miss that. The Bur- 
leys will be invited and will surely go.” 

The doctor was getting almost out of patience 
and said: Almira, the Burleys are rich; you 
can’t expect to keep up with them.” 

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shall look as well as any of the Burleys. If 
Alice goes she will wear that old brown silk 
she’s had so long, and she looks just like an old 
maid in it. Doctor, be sure and go up to Mr. 
Hale’s this evening. I want the money so I can 
go to Bingo to-morrow.” 

Dr. Jones was seen wending his way towards 
Henry Hale’s, looking like one forsaken. He 
was heard to say to himself, ‘^Oh, what shall I 
do? I promised Mr. Dye and I don’t want to 
break my promise. Almira is determined to 
go. I suppose I shall have to let her have a 
part of the money. How I wish she would stay 
at home ! I’m tired lounging around the hotel, 
but what can I do ?” 

By that time he had reached the Hale place, 
where he rapped at the door and was shown into 
the house. Mr. Hale was away, but would re- 
turn soon, so he waited. Finally Mr. Hale 
came. The doctor put out his hand toward Mr. 
Hale and at the same time exclaimed : don’t 

see but what you are looking just as well as 
you did before you were sick.” 

^^Yes, Doctor,” said Mr. Hale, feel much 
better than I had felt for a long time. You 
seemed to know just what to do for me. I’ll 
settle with you at once.” 

He paid the doctor seventy-five dollars, whicH 
was all that was due him. The doctor immedi- 
ately set out for home. It was nearly ten o’clock 
when he arrived there, tired and discouraged. 


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His wife was anxiously waiting his return. She 
looked up smilingly and said: ^^You’re back 
again ? What luck 

^^My luck is bad enough/^ said the doctor; 
sometimes wish I had never had an exist- 
ence. I often think when I was at my mother^s 
home she always greeted me with a smile, al- 
ways encouraged me. How much she sacri- 
ficed I I could never have had nine years' study 
to fit myself for the profession if she hadn' t 
taken in sewing and boarders to help me along, 
although I did all I could. My father died 
when I was a baby; my mother now sleeps by 
his side. I sometimes think it would be a pleas- 
ure to join them.^’ 

Mrs. Jones was watching him with an anx- 
ious look all the time and said: ^^Why, James, 
are you crazy ? I never saw you in such a mood 
before.’’ 

The doctor was thinking about the seventy- 
five dollars and wishing he might pay it to Mr. 
Dye as he had promised. He gently explained 
to his wife, urging her to stay at home so 
as to give him a chance to pay up some of his 
debts; some of them had been running a long 
time. 

About that time Mrs. Jones flew into a rage 
and exclaimed: ^^Why, James, you don’t mean 
for me not to go to the Barnes’ ? I’ve set my 
heart on it and can’t give it up, nor I won’t.” 


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Then she commenced crying. It was thus 
the conversation ended that night. 

Next morning Mrs. Jones was up at an early 
hour with breakfast on the table. The doctor 
was somewhat surprised to see the breakfast at 
such an early hour. Just as Mrs. Jones was 
sitting down to the table the doctor took from 
his pocket forty dollars, laid it on his wife^s 
plate, asking if that would do. She grabbed it 
up spitefully and said, wanted fifty dollars.^^ 
So he laid down ten dollars more and imme- 
diately started for Mr. Dye’s store to give him 
the twenty-five he had left, at the same time tell- 
ing Mr. Dye he would pay as fast as he could, 
then started for the tavern, where he stayed un- 
til he had a call to go and see a patient. 

Mrs. Jones was busy shopping and getting 
ready for her journey. The doctor arrived 
home about eight o’clock that night, finding his 
wife making a bead pocketbook to take with her 
on her journey next day. She looked somewhat 
excited as the doctor entered and exclaimed: 
^^Oh, doctor, I’m in such a hurry. I’ve not 
cooked anything to-day. Got my dinner over 
to Mrs. Hobbs’. I thought you could get yours 
at the hotel.” 

The next day was Friday and at seven o’clock 
Mrs. Jones took her seat in the stage and was 
soon on her way to Bingo. After being left 
alone the doctor said to himself: ^‘How un- 
happy I am here all alone ! My wife cares noth- 


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ing for me; what is life to me! IVe no one 
who cares for me. I once thought Almira loved 
me, but I was deceived. There was Martha 
Long; I know she loved me. Let others say 
what they may, I well remember the last time I 
saw her; such a kind heart, always trying to 
make others happy. IVe often regretted not 
going to see her after hearing the story of her 
engagement. Here I am, I care not what be- 
comes of me. Why does God condemn man for 
taking his own life when life has been a fail- 
ure? 'My home is just no home at all. Oh, 
if I could sleep that long last sleep that 
knows no waking ! V\l fix a drug this 
very minute that will put an end to 
my misery.^’ He arose from his chair 
and commenced pacing the room, when all of a 
sudden tliere came a loud rap at the door. He 
stood still as one amazed and exclaimed: ^^Who 
dares to intrude on me at this time ? I’m not 
in a mood to see anyone, but then I’ll open the 
door and see.” As he opened the door to his 
amazement there stood Harry Arnold, his old 
schoolmate. Harry was looking well and happy, 
as if time had dealt gently with him. The doc- 
tor put out his hand and pulled Harry into the 
house, not saying a word, for he knew not what 
to say. After seating Harry the doctor pulled 
his chair up close beside Harry and commenced 
by teaying: ^^Harry, you have come from my 
old home, how are you and the people there?” 


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^^Quite well, I think. I left home some two 
months ago/^ said Harry; ^TVe started for 
Lake Erie. IVe an uncle living there. I 
thought I’d take a trip off and see the country. 
I’ve always stayed at home and never seen much 
of the world, so I started. I thought I must 
stop and see how you were prospering.” 

‘‘Harry, I’m not prospering at all.” 

“Why, doctor, I heard you had a good busi- 
ness.” 

“"Well, yes, Harry, but that don’t make peo- 
ple happy.” 

Harry was looking out of the window when 
all of a sudden he exclaimed, “Doctor, do tell 
me what is the trouble. I saw something was 
wrong as soon as I came in. Do tell me. You 
used to tell me everything when you were living 
at your old home.” * 

“There have been many changes since then,” 
said the doctor. 

“Yes, some good and some bad. I see, doc- 
tor, you are looking blue or at least on the dark 
side of life. I did not expect to find you in 
such a gloomy mood. Do tell, perhaps I can 
be of service to you.” 

“Harry, I don’t believe in revealing one’s 
domestic affairs.” 

“Oh,” said Harry, “I see you need a friend ; 
you will find me to be a true one. You have 
trusted me with many a secret.” 

The doctor was pacing the room with a quick 


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nervous step, but finally turned around so that 
Harry caught a glimpse of his haggard face, 
which was very pale. < About that time he 
slapped Harry on the shoulder and exclaimed: 
•^^You came just in time. I was about to com- 
mit suicide. I’m tired of living.” 

^^Why, doctor, you frighten me; that is an 
unpardonable sin. So I came just in time to 
save you? I wish I had come last night — I 
stayed at the tavern. I didn’t know where to 
find you, so I thought I would look you up this 
morning. Where is your wife?” 

^^Well,” said the doctor, ^^she’s gone to Bingo 
and I don’t know when she’ll return. She’s 
away from home most of the time. She lives 
for society and her own pleasure.” 

^^But, doctor, can’t you prevail on her to stay 
at home ?” 

^^No,” said the doctor, ^^she cares nothing for 
me; money and society is all she wants.” 

^^Doctor, it is a mistake you ever married 
her. Sometimes people get mismated.” 

^^I’ve seen it to my sorrow,” said the doctor. 

^^Dr. Jones, do tell me what was the trouble 
with you and Martha Long. I always supposed 
her to be a very amiable young lady, and it did 
seem strange that you should leave her and 
marry Almira Brown.” 

^^Harry, I’ll tell you in a few words. 

^^I’ve often regretted it. When I left home 
for college there was a young man came to our 


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place and visited the Longs. It was generally 
thought he was Martha’s lover. When I came 
home I was told that Martha was engaged to 
him, and they were soon to he married.” 

^‘Why, doctor, who told vou such a false- 
hood ?” 

The doctor looked up with surprise and ex- 
claimed: ^^Harry, I’m going to be frank with 
you. It was Almira Brown, who is my wife 
now. She said Martha told her. I never 
doubted her. It was a hard blow to me, for I 
loved Martha with my whole heart. Yet, there 
was nothing for me to do but to submit to the 
inevitable. I tried to make the best of it and I 
should have gone to see Martha if it had not 
been for my pride. I was often thrown into 
Almira’s society. She was fascinating, so you 
see it ended in marriage. We soon after came 
to this place, where you find us.” 

^^Dr. Jones, I am surprised and will explain. 
I think I can tell you some news. The young 
man you spoke of was Martha’s brother ; he ran 
away from home when he was only fifteen years 
old and became a wild reckless boy. His 
father disowned him. The mother died of 
grief, thinking of her long lost boy. After a 
few years of wandering the exile longed for his 
old home, and the familiar faces there. He 
had never forgotten his sister Martha, for she 
was a true and loving sister. Hot wanting his 


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father to know he passed under an assumed 
name and was once more under his father’s 
roof. There were none in the place who knew 
him, so it was rumored that he was Martha’s 
intended husband. Martha could not explain 
until she could reconcile her father to her 
brother. Then all was explained. How often 
circumstances change one’s life. Martha still 
lives at the old home, caring for her father in 
his declining years.” 

Dr. Jones sat as one entranced, not moving 
his eyes from his friend, who was telling him 
such news. Finally he got up and exclaimed: 
^^Harry Arnold, I am surprised ! Could Almira 
have told me such a falsehood! I always 
thought there was something wrong. Almira 
never wanted me to talk of the affair after- 
wards. Well, Harry, it is passed and can’t be 
helped. Let us go and get some dinner, for it’s 
past three o’clock. I have to go to the hotel for 
my meals. You say you are going to leave here 
to-morrow morning?” 

^^Yes, doctor, I’ve made arrangements to 
leave here in the morning. I may come back 
this way, and if I do I’ll stop and see you. Be 
sure and keep up good courage. There is good 
luck in store for you yet. I shall want to hear 
from you and that you are prospering. How, 
doctor, make one more start in life. If I can 
be of any service to you I shall do it with the 


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greatest of pleasure. When I arrive at my un- 
cle’s at Lake Erie I’ll write you.” About that 
time the doctor had a call to go and see a sick 
man. It was thus the doctor and Harry 
parted. 


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CHAPTER VIL 

A TRIP TO NEW ENGLAND. 

It was thus I took my leave of Harry A rnold 
and Dr. Jones so as to return to IS^ew England, 
where I looked after the friends who had re- 
turned to their old home — Rosie and little Mary 
Hull. 

It was in the spring, when the birds were 
singing their sweetest lays, the apple trees were 
still in blossom; all nature seemed to smile as 
it awoke from its long winter’s sleep — a charm- 
ing season. The sun was shining in all its 
splendor as I alighted from the stage coach and 
entered ’Squire Xortli’s house at Willow Vale, 
where I found Rosie and little Mary. Rosie, 
or Mrs. Hull I might say, as she was the widow 
of Edward Hull and was sometimes called the 
handsome young widow. I must say Rosie had 
changed much. She was a picture of health and 
beauty. She had rather a sad look, which made 
her still more interesting. She had very re- 
cently buried her father, whose death was a sad 
blow to her. Poor Mrs. North, the ever kind 
and patient woman, often remarked: ^^Why 


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should we grieve and mourn when your father 
was so anxious to go ? He longed for the time 
when he should be numbered with the just in 
the great beyond/^ ’Squire North was a man 
who was highly respected in his native town, 
where his memory will be cherished. 

Rosie had always made her home with Mr. 
Hull’s people (they were Edward’s parents). 
Mr. and Mrs. Hull often visited at the North 
homestead, sympathizing with the family in 
their bereavement. They loved Rosie as their 
own child, and besides there was little Mary, 
who resembled her father, consequently was a 
pet with her grandparents. 

Now that Rosie’s father had passed on to the 
great beyond, her mother being reconciled to the 
all supreme power, Mrs. North trusted in her 
Heavenly Father, hoping some day to meet 
her loved ones where there* would be no more 
parting, no sorrow, no more tears. It was thus 
Rosie left her mother’s home and returned with 
Mr. and Mrs. Hull, who had been to Mrs. 
North’s spending the day. Mr. and Mrs. Bur- 
ley also accompanied them. It had been a long 
time since Mr. and Mrs. Burley, with Rosie and 
little Mary, came to New England to make 
their visit. It was already planned that Rosie 
and little Mary were to make their home with 
the Hull family. 

The next Monday was tlie day set for Mr. 
and Mrs. Burley to start on their return trip. 


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They were getting somewhat anxious to get 
home. Alice had written often, telling them 
how well they were getting along. Yet she was 
hoping to see them home soon. 

On their way from Mrs. North’s little Mary 
sat on the front seat chatting with her grand- 
father in her childish way, asking all kinds of 
questions. She was always happy and con- 
tented when in his company. Just as the sun 
was sinking behind the western hills Mr. Hull 
reined up at the front door with his precious 
load, where each one was assisted to alight. 
The evening passed off pleasantly and finally 
all retired. Poor Rosie found herself in bed 
courting sleep. Little Mary was already fast 
asleep, while Rosie lay musing; her mind ran 
thus: ^^What is life hut a vain dream?” By 
that time the tears were streaming from her 
eyes. She could hot repress them longer. I 
sometimes think it a relief to cry when one’s 
heart is full of grief. Finally Rosie dropped 
into a calm slumber, when she dreamed of Ed- 
ward and the little log-house where she had 
been so happy. She awoke next morning, which 
was Sunday morning, only to find she had been 
dreaming. The sun rose bright and beautiful; 
everything looked so calm and peaceful that all 
decided to go to church at Robin Hill, about 
three miles away from their home. This church 
was where Mrs. Burley had always attended 
when a girl and also it was where she and Mr. 


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Burley were married some twenty-five years be- 
fore. How pleasant were the recollections of 
her childhood days. The reader may imagine 
how Mrs. Burley felt that day. She never ex- 
pected to come there again, yet it was a holy 
spot to her. The good pastor, Mr. Tilley, spoke 
that day on “He will bless them that fear the 
Lord,” the 115th psalm, 13th verse. It was a 
good sermon. All felt that they had been 
blessed while listening to the words that came 
from the pastor’s lips. When he had ceased 
speaking all joined in singing the Doxology. 

After the service was over all approached Mr. 
and Mrs. Burley, bidding them a long farewell. 

It was thus Mr. and Mrs. Burley took their 
leave of their friends, never expecting to see 
them again. Their hearts were light, having 
that blessed assurance of a hope beyond the 
grave. How sweet to have a hope ! It lights us 
through the dark valley and gives us courage 
to say, “God’s will be done.” 

About three o’clock Mr. and Mrs. Hull, with 
Mr. and Mrs. Burley, and Rosie and little Mary 
arrived home from church, finding a good warm 
dinner on the table waiting their return. Mr. 
Hull’s only daughter, Mary Vaughan, had come 
to see her uncle and aunt before leaving for 
their up-country home. She had prepared the 
dinner, and a good one it was. 

The afternoon was spent in social chat. 
Finally it was decided for all to visit the family 


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burying ground, which was only a few rods 
from the house. In those days there were no 
cemeteries. All well-to-do farmers had their 
burying plot upon the farm. 

All retired early that night so as to rise early 
in the morning. Mr. and Mrs. Burley were 
anxious to get started at an early hour, as they 
had a long journey. It would be many days 
before they would reach their home. However, 
Monday morning came. The roosters had been 
crowing for two hours. The morning dawned 
bright and beautiful, such a morning we scarce- 
ly ever see. Birds were flitting from tree to 
tree while butterflies and honey-bees were busily 
at work. One could hear the tinkling of the 
cow bell as the chore boy drove the cows to 
pasture. All nature seemed to rejoice. 

About seven o’clock Mr. Burley and his good 
wife were ready for a start. Having bid their 
friends a long and affectionate good-bye ^vhile 
joining hands and singing, ^^We Take the Part- 
ing Hand,” Mr. and Mrs. Hull and Mr. and 
Mrs. Burley parted, never to meet again on 
earth, hoping and trusting to meet beyond when 
life’s journey should end. 

As they were driving up the long lane to- 
wards the main road Eosie walked beside the 
carriage. She felt sad to see them go. It re- 
minded her of friends far away. When she 
spoke of Edward she commenced sobbing and 
crying. Mr. Burley begged her to be calm, for 


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this life was short. ^Tt is much better to be 
cheerful and happy^ and remember you have 
little Mary to love and care for.'*’ She bade 
them good-bye and returned to the house, where 
she found Mr. and Mrs. Hull looking sad. Soon 
each and every one took up their daily cares. 

Time passed on for two or three years. Rosie 
felt happy and contented and perfectly at home. 
Little Mary was as happy as she could 
However that couldn’t always last- -everything 
has an end. Rosie had made the acquaintance 
of Sarah Tree. Sarah lived about a mile across 
the fields from Mr. Hull’s. She ovmed her 
home. It was where her parents had lived. 
She was born in the old house, the one that stood 
where her father built the new one. Sarah’s 
life had not been as happy as it should have 
been. She and her husband were not congenial. 
He was what people call a good, clever fellow, 
one that showed all of his goodness outside of 
home, and surely such a man has no principle 
and is not worthy of a home when a man’s wife 
is the last one to be pleased; surely her pleas- 
ures are few. How many wives have been 
wooed and wedded and still have no husbands! 
The man she calls husband is just a good 
clever fellow and not much of a man. Sarah 
found sympathy with Rosie, and so confided in 
her. When Rosie would go to Sarah’s and hear 
her troubles she would forget her own and go 


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home feeling quite happy. How many lives 
have been blighted by being mismated ! 

Elijah Hull was Mr. HulFs only son. He 
had married ISTancy Small fifteen years pre- 
vious to their coming to Mr. HulFs to live. They 
had formally lived at Jamestown on one of Mr. 
SmalFs farms. Elijah was a hard working 
man, had accumulated quite a little sum to 
start with, yet he was not contented. He wanted 
to do more business and make more money. 
He was talking of leaving Jamestown. It was 
about that time that he received a letter from 
his father, who was getting along in years, and 
did not feel able to carry on his farming, to say 
nothing of other business. Finally it was de- 
cided that Elijah and family should move home 
to his father^s so as to take charge of the farm. 
Elijah thought it a grand chance and moved 
his wife and three sons home the 25th of 
March. 

Joseph was the eldest, he was 12; next was 
Frank, who was 10, and Edward was the young- 
est, about the age of little Mary. He was 
named after her father. How that Elijah had 
moved home everything was changed. Elijah 
had one-half of the house; Rosie gave up her 
room and took a smaller one. Elijah’s wife 
said she could not get along without the room. 
Soon Rosie began to feel she was not at home. 
Everything was so changed; even little Mary 
was not happy. The boys seemed to take de- 


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light in teasing her. She could not play out 
doors as she had done. She often entered com- 
plaints to her mother. Rosie could do nothing 
with the boys, as they were determined to do 
just as they pleased. When Rosie’s patience 
was exhausted she would take little Mary over 
to her mother’s and make a long visit. Mrs. 
North was delighted to have Rosie and Mary 
come. She often tried to prevail with Rosie, 
so as to have her come home and stay. She 
said it would be a great comfort to have her 
home. 

After Elijah moved home with his boys 
Mary, as I said before, could not play out of 
doors as she had done. The boys w^ould throw 
down her play-house and call her names. There 
was one name they took delight in which an- 
noyed her more than all the rest. This name 
was ^^Up-country wdtch.” When they called her 
that name she seemed to lose all self-control 
and would bound into the house, declaring she 
would not stay there. One day she was play- 
ing down by the brook. She was a gTeat lover 
of nature and loved to play down by the brook. 
She had gathered a fine bunch of wild fiowers — 
she had a liking for fiowers. Just as she had 
arranged them to suit her taste Joseph came up 
and threw mud all over them. Then he re- 
marked, ^^They are fine!” She threw the dow- 
ers at him and started for the house, screaming 
and crying at the top of her voice. She finally 


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told her grandmother she was going to leave 
there if the boys didn’t stop abusing her. The 
grandmother finally coaxed and petted her until 
she became calm, at the same time promising 
Mary she would attend to Joseph. 

When Joseph came to the house his grand- 
mother asked why he was always plaguing his 
little cousin. His reply was, ^^Why, grand- 
mother, I hope you don’t believe everything 
that little witch says!” 

^^Yes, Joseph, I believe everything she says. 
I never caught her in a lie,” said the grand- 
mother. ^^You must be kind to your little 
cousin. You know she has no papa to love and 
care for her.” 

Kosie had given up all hopes of staying with 
the old people ; patience had ceased to be a vir- 
tue. The boys grew worse every day. Even 
Elijah and Nancy seemed to think it all right 
for the boys to tease little Mary. Not only that, 
but they seemed to feel that Eosie had no right 
there. 

Eosie had made up her mind to leave Mr. 
Hull’s. Yet she had not explained her plans. 
Her interest was in central New York, where 
she still owned the farm. She had not forgot- 
ten the little log-house. She often received let- 
ters from Alice, begging her to return. Eosie 
had not forgotten how kind the people were to 
her and longed to see her friends once more. 
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Ocelia. Deacon Allen was still living upon her 
farm, where she hoped some time to make her 
home. She often talked of Dr. Jones and his 
wife. 

I will leave Rosie for the present while I 
talk about Dr. Jonas and his wife, also other 
friends. 


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CHAPTER VIIL 

DR. JONES AND WIFE. 

Harry Arnold did not leave Dr. Jones until 
he had promised to get board in a private fam- 
ily. The doctor said: ^^Mr. Burley is a good 
man and has a nice family. Til see if I can’t 
get board with them until Almira gets home.” 

The doctor was on his way to Mr. Burley’s 
vrhen he met Mr. Burley on the road. Mr. Bur- 
ley said: ^^Doctor, you look lonesome.” 

The doctor looked up half smiling and said: 
am lonesome and tired of living at a hotel. 
I’d just started to come to your house to see if 
I could get board until Almira gets home.” 

Mr. Burley looked up laughing and said: 
^^Well, doctor, you will have to see my wife, so 
come right along to dinner. Our latch string 
is always outside.” 

The doctor had been boarding at Mr. Bur- 
ley’s some two weeks and he looked more like 
himself and seemed quite cheerful. Mrs. Bur- 
ley always had warm meals for him, besides she 
was cheerful and entertaining. The doctor 
could not help feeling at home. 


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One day he came from the Post Office with a 
letter from his wife, begging him to send her 
twenty-five dollars. He was having a good 
practice and felt quite encouraged, so sent the 
money. Mrs. Jones had been gone some four 
weeks and was coming home Saturday. The 
doctor seemed pleased to think his wife was 
coming so soon. Saturday came and also the 
stage came rumbling into the place just as it 
had for the last ten years, and in it came Mrs. 
Dr. Jones. The doctor was glad to see his wife, 
although he could not help thinking of Martha 
Long and how he had been deceived. However, 
he tried to forget and bury the past, not wishing 
to repeat to his wife what Harry had said. 

Mrs. Jones was glad to get home. There 
was barely time to get ready for the wedding, 
which was coming off in two weeks. The first 
thing in order was a dressmaker to come to the 
house and sew. She had her dress cut at Bingo. 
She had other sewing besides her dress. The 
Burleys had been invited. Alice was making 
preparations. She had selected a plain white 
muslin, thinking it suitable for the occasion. 
Alice was quite a dressmaker, so made her own 
dress. 

The wedding was near at hand. Mrs. Jones 
wanted the doctor to get a new suit so as to 
accompany her. He soon gave her to under- 
stand it would be impossible. Mrs. Jones being 
all ready, said she would go down two or three 


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days before the wedding — Ellen would be so 
pleased. The wedding was to be the 10th; it 
was already past the 6th. 

Mrs. Jones was all ready and ^ad gone to 
Bingo when, as luck would have it, Alice’s 
brother Charles had just returned home for his 
vacation. He was anxious to attend the wed- 
ding, as his college chum would surely be there, 
for he lived near the Barneses. Charle?^ had 
made arrangements so as to take Alice along. 
He was going with his father’s horses and car- 
riage. There were no cars running at that time, 
at least not in that part of the country. It was 
all stage coaches and canal boats. Automobiles 
had not been thought of. 

Charles and Alice were to start at six o’clock 
in the morning. The sun rose in all its splen- 
dor just as Charles was driving from the door. 
Alice was looking happy — happy as she could 
be. All nature seemed to rejoice while the 
horses jogged along leisurely up and down the 
hills. It was a grand sight to see them on level 
ground, for they were well matched and good 
steppers. They stopped at the Fremont Hotel, 
where they had refreshments, feeding the 
horses, besides giving them a little rest. It was 
about four o’clock when Charles reined up at 
the Barnes place, which was one of the old land 
marks of the pioneer days. It was located in 
the suburbs of Bingo and quite a pretentious 
looking place. As Charles reined up at the 


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door and alighted there was some wondering as 
to who it might be. The horses were taken to 
the barn, while Alice and Charles were shown 
to the house. Alice felt somewhat embarrassed 
as she entered. Then she thought of Mrs. Jones 
and how well she was acquainted with her. 

Charles was not long adjusting and dusting 
his clothes; then he descended the stairs and 
was ushered into the parlor. Mrs. Jones 
seemed to hold herself aloof and said to Ellen 
Barnes: ^T^m tired of seeing that old brown 
silk.’^ 

By that time the guests had nearly all arrived. 
Charles had unexpectedly met his college chum, 
who was delighted to meet his friend. Alice 
descended the long flight of stairs, was shown 
to the parlor. Charles thought he had never 
seen his sister look so lovely. All eyes were 
turned towards the door as she entered. She 
looked just lovely in her pure white dress, 
which showed off her slender form in its most 
graceful manner. Her auburn hair was ar- 
ranged in natural curls with no ornaments, save 
one white rose with one or two green leaves. 
Charles joined his sister at once, telling her: 
^^Kight this way, I want to introduce you to my 
friend.^’ He led her across the room where his 
friend, Ellis, was standing, saying to his friend, 
^'Tliis is my sister, Augustus.^^ Mr. Ellis 
thought he had never seen such grace and love- 
liness before. Alice was perfectly at ease, yet 


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one could see the rosy blush as it came and went 
on her dimpled cheeks. Augustus Ellis was a 
son of Thomas Ellis, or Judge Ellis. He had 
held the honorable office as judge for a number 
of years, which office he filled with honor to 
himself and townspeople. Consequently he 
was one of the most honored men in Bingo. 

Judge Ellis had but two children, Augustus 
and Susannah. Judge Ellis and his wife were 
at the wedding, Mrs. Ellis being a very dis- 
tinguished looking lady with silver gray hair, 
which was arranged very becomingly with shell 
combs. Her complexion was very fair, almost 
pink and white, which gave her a very youthful 
appearance. She wore a heavy black silk, made 
up plainly with no ornaments, just simply white 
lace collar and cuffs of the most exquisite lace. 

The guests were waiting patiently to see the 
bride and groom ushered in. The ceremony 
was to be at five o’clock. They were not long 
waiting, for it was just five when the doors 
were thrown open. The groom entered with 
the bride leaning on his arm. They took their 
places and were soon made man and wife. 

The groom was a tall well-built man with the 
air of a gentleman. The bride was of a short 
build and very fleshy. She had a satisfactory 
and a happy look, as much as to say: ^Fred- 
erick Lyman is my husband.” She was dressed 
in pure white almost enveloped in lace and flow- 
ers with many ribbon bows. Near by stood 


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Mrs. Dr. Jones, who was dressed in her sky- 
blue silk with nearly as many bows and flow- 
ers. Mrs. Jones put on many consequential 
airs; was very anxious to be introduced to 
Judge Ellis and family. By some mistake she 
had not been introduced to them. I think she 
was not in the room at the time they came. 

Refreshments were brought in and served in 
a very elaborate style, displaying many antique 
dishes with old fashioned silver. The wedding 
was a grand affair. All had enjoyed it and 
were about to depart ; so, wishing the bride and 
groom much joy and happiness, too^i their leave. 

Mrs. Ellis wouldn’t hear one word about 
Charles and Alice going to the hotel, but in- 
sisted that they should accompany her home. 
Charles made no objection, as he and Augustus 
were firm friends. Besides, one could see 
Augustus was deep in love with Alice. It was 
said Alice reciprocated his love. Finally it 
was decided that Charles and Alice would ac- 
company Mrs. Ellis home. Mrs. Ellis thought 
she had never met such a charming young lady, 
so gentle and unassuming in her appearance. 

Next morning, after being royally enter- 
tained at Judge Ellis’, Charles and Alice were 
on their way home. Not, however, until Su- 
sannah had promised to come up and make a 
visit during the vacation. In all probability 
Augustus was included. 

About three o’clock in the afternoon Charles 


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and Alice arrived home. I>r, Jones was at the 
house waiting to hear from his wife. How dis- 
appointed when lie learned that she had not 
spckeii Uj Alice nor Charles! Ali(*e could give 
no reason, only Mrs. Jr)nes had held herself 
aloof, not giving them a cdiance to speak. Mrs. 
Jones staved almost a week after the wedding, 
but finally came home, feeling very important, 
as if she had accomplished some great end to 
^vhich she had set her mark. She was glad to get 
home and told the doctor so. Said she was tired 
of hearing about Alice Burley being beautiful 
and accomplished. For her part, she could see 
no style in Alice Burley and thought her very 
plain. ‘T couldn^t see what it was that the 
Ellis’ saw so interesting,” she said. ^^Even 
Augustus seemed to think Alice was the only 
one worthy of his attention.” 

As the wedding was a thing of the past and 
every one had returned to their avocation, ap- 
pearing happy and contented. I’ll say no more 
about the wedding, but return once more to 
New England, where I’ll find the beautiful 
young wddow, for beautiful indeed she was. 


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CHAPTER IX. 

THE YOUNG WIDOW. 

It has seemed a long time since I had left 
Rosie and Mary in New England, so I returned 
once more to accompany them along life’s 
rough road, through sunshine and through 
shadows, by the side of pleasant waters and 
upon life’s stormy ocean, until I left them to 
look after others who would interest my read- 
ers. 

I found Rosie and little Mary at her sister’s 
at Willow Vale. She had left Mr. Hull’s and 
Avas making arrangements to return to Ocelia. 
Her mother had broken up housekeeping and 
was living with her daughter Alligill, at Wil- 
low Vale. Mrs. North had passed her days of 
usefulness, yet her children were as fond of her 
as in her useful days. Rosie was making her 
arrangements to start for Ocelia in New York 
State, where she expected to make her home. 
Deacon Allen’s time had nearly expired. She 
must look after the farm. Mrs. North said she 
could not think of Rosie leaving home and, be- 
sides, it was so far away she feared she would 


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never see her Rosie again. Rosie tried to com- 
fort her mother, but finally said: have the 

farm, which will make me a good home. Be- 
sides, I have many friends out there. There’s 
Uncle Burley — always been like a father. Alice 
is just like a sister. They are all anxious that 
I return, and there’s Aunt Polly. I just long 
to see her. I think it’s best to go.” 

By that time Mrs. ITorth seemed reconciled 
to have her go. Rosie had explained to her 
mother by telling her she could not stay East 
unless she got a situation so as to work. Finally 
Mrs. North said: ^^Rosie, do as you think best.” 

Rosie had been telling her mother about leav- 
ing her Father Hull’s. She had always called 
him father, and truly he was a good father. 
However everything was changed since Elijah 
came to live there. He and Nancy both seemed 
jealous of Rosie and little Mary. Nancy said 
she could see no reason why the Hulls should 
be so interested in Rosie. Edward was dead 
and she was nothing to the Hulls. Mr. and 
Mrs. Hull were much surprised when they 
found Rosie and little Mary were going to re- 
turn to their up-country home. They were loath 
to have them go, but after thinking it over, Mr. 
Hull said : don’t know but it’s for the best. 

I know Rosie and little Mary were not happy 
here. Yet I shall provide for Edward’s child.” 

Two or three days afterwards Mr. and Mrs. 
Hull were going to Willow Vale to visit with 


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Rosie and her mother and, moreover, they 
wanted to see little Mary before she left for her 
np-conntry home. Mr. Hull said to Mrs. Hull : 
^^Mary’s a beautiful child. It almost breaks 
my heart to part with her. There’s Rosie, just 
as good as she can be.” 

^^Yes, Charles,” said Mrs. Hull, ^^you know 
we are getting to be old people and it will be all 
for the best.” 

When they had arrived at the Exeter Bank 
Mr. Hull said: ^T’ve a little business here, 
will stop at the bank just for a short time.” 
Mrs. Hull knew his business; he had said he 
should ^^provide for little Mary.” 

When they had arrived at Willow Vale they 
were surprised to find Mrs. Horth had broken 
up housekeeping. However they went to Alli- 
gill Smith’s, Mrs. North’s daughter, where 
they had a splendid visit. Mr. Hull gave Rosie 
much good advice and also told her if she ever 
needed friends or home to be sure and let him 
know. He would surely assist her. That was 
not all ; he called little Mary to him and had a 
long chat. Finally he pulled a bank book from 
his pocket and presented it to Mary. She ran 
to her mother and handed the book to her to 
take care of, then ran back to her grandfather, 
clasping her arms around his neck and kissed 
him. The old man sat silent with the tears 
streaming down his pale face. 

Mr. and Mrs. Hull had a nice visit and 


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started homeward; however, not until E-osie 
had promised to write often so as to keep them 
well posted about herself and little Mary. 

After Mr. and Mrs. Hull had taken their 
leave Rosie opened the bank book, and to her 
surprise found Mary had one thousand dollars 
to her credit. Rosie said she should have Uncle 
Burley look after Mary’s interest and by the 
time she is of age it will amount to quite a 
little sum. Rosie said she thought Father Hull 
came to bring the bank book so as to keep it a 
secret from Elijah and Nancy. He didn’t want 
them to know what he was doing for Mary. 
Mrs. North seemed well pleased to think Mr. 
Hull had done so well for Mary. She said no 
more about Rosie going to Ocelia. Rosie said 
to her mother: ^T’ll drive over and see Sarah 
Lee a little while, as I’m to start to-morrow 
morning.” So saying, donned her bonnet and 
shawl and was soon on her way, arriving at 
Sarah’s just as she was leaving the house to 
look after some choice lambs. Sarah prided 
herself on her lambs. She said they would 
bring her a good price some day. However, 
Sarah was more than pleased to see Rosie. 
Sarah’s husband was away, so Sarah had a good 
chance to tell Rosie her troubles. She said she 
felt sorry to have Rosie leave, as there was no 
one who could sympathize with her like Rosie. 
After chatting with Sarah a while Rosie started 
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thoughts passed through her mind as she drove 
along the lonely road, thinking it would be a 
long time before she would see those familiar 
scenes again — perhaps never. 

That evening was hurriedly spent in packing 
and making the necessary arrangements for the 
journey. The journey was by stage route ; also 
steamboat. Probably some of the way by canal- 
boat. 

Next morning was fair, the air was warm 
and bland ; the country never looked more re- 
freshing. Long before the sun was up Mrs. 
North and her daughter, Rosie, were stirring, 
making preparations for the start. Rosie was 
not used to traveling. She awoke at an early 
hour, as she could not sleep. Arose more than 
two hours sooner than was necessary, as the 
stage coach was not due until seven. She said 
she might as well be up as in bed, as she 
couldn’t sleep. It was just seven when the 
stage driver reined up at Mrs. Smith’s door. 
Rosie and little Mary were all ready and wait- 
ing, so bade their friends good-bye and took 
their seats in the stage. The driver was not 
long in strapping the trunk to its proper place, 
then took his seat on top of the stage, giving 
his horses a crack with the whip and soon Rosie 
and little Mary were hurried away from their 
native home. 

Just across the street from John Smith’s 
lived his father, David Smith. Mr. Smith had 


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two sons, John, who married Eosie’s sister, 
Alligill. It was there Mrs. North lived with 
her daughter, Alligill. Frank was the young- 
est of the Smith boys. He was a well looking 
man of thirty. He had never married. In his 
younger days he had set his heart on Eosie. 
They had played together in childhood days, 
had read from the same book when attending 
school. It almost broke Frank’s heart when 
Eosie married Edward Hull. The morning 
Eosie and Mary started on their journey Frank 
was sitting by the chamber window, gazing at 
the stage, giving a long sigh as the stage bound- 
ed down the road by the Smith homestead. 

Inside the stage there was an old gentleman 
and his wife who were bound for Stonington. 
They were strangers to Eosie. However they 
soon formed a stage coach acquaintance and 
conversed freely upon a variety of subjects. 
The old lady was not long in finding out who 
it was and where they were going, and re- 
marked: ^^Goin’ to New York, eh?” as she ad- 
justed her spectacles, looking Eosie fully in 
the face. 

Eosie replied by telling her she was going to 
New York and hoped she would have good 
luck. 

The old lady, still gazing at Mary, remarked : 
^^This little girl and you goin’ all the way to 
New York alone?” And she still gazed at 
Mary with apparent interest while the husband 


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sat listening, for he seemed to have quite as 
much curiosity as his wife. 

^^Have you ever been in Xew York?’’ he 
asked. 

Kosie told him she had not, but had traveled 
by carriage with her husband as far as Ocelia 
a number of years ago. 

^^You must have been quite young,” said the 
old lady. 

Rosie replied: was but seventeen.” 

^^Er,” she said, ^^married young?” 

^^Yes,” said Rosie, was married eight 
years ago.” 

^^Been a widow long ?” said the old lady. 

Rosie told her it was nearly three years since 
her husband died. 

^^Ah, young widow and well looking,” said 
the old gentleman. 

^^You’re flattering me,” said Rosie, while her 
face was suffused with blushes. 

^^Not half so much as the young men will,” 
added the good old man. ^^Let me tell you, 
young woman, I once lived in Boston. I know 
how full the city is of temptation. I fear you 
are inexperienced in traveling. Beware of 
men’s flattering tongues. Believe not a tithe 
they may say to you. I’m old now and have 
been reading men’s hearts for nearly four score 
years.” 

^^And do you And them more wicked than you 
once supposed?” asked Rosie. 


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^^Ah, young woman, a great deal more so,’’ 
he replied. 

^^Yes, and wioked women, too,’’ added the 
old lady. 

^^My wife has well added such a remark,” he 
replied. ^^Yes, there is sinful women as well 
as sinful men. They will not hesitate to lead 
their own sex astray.” 

By that time the stage had stopped at a small 
village where the horses were exchanged for 
fresh ones, as they had been driven some twelve 
miles. The stop was a short one. Kosie said 
she was glad when there were no more passen- 
gers taken in, as she wanted to hear more from 
her aged companions and religious friends. It 
was only a short time before the stage was 
moving along at a high rate of speed. 

^^We are having a fine ride,” said the old 
man. 

was afraid the stage would be crowded be- 
fore we reached Stonington,” added the wife. 

hope not,” said Rosie. wish you were 
going on the boat so as to accompany me to New 
York. I hope I’ll not be afraid. I never saw 
a steamboat.” 

^‘You must look out for the rowdies on board 
the boat,” added the old man. ^^Steamboats 
carry all sorts of passengers. Among them 
are some very wicked ones. You must have an 
eye upon the villains if there should be any 
on board.” 


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will endeavor to heed all your good ad- 
vice. I^m sure you have given me some ex- 
cellent advice. I hope I shall profit by it/’ 
said Eosie. 

^^May the Lord in his mercy help you to do 
so/’ added the old lady. ^^We have said noth- 
ing but what we believe to be true.” 

^Tndeed you have not/’ said Eosie. shall 
find all kind of characters on board the boat. 
If they steal my purse they’ll not find quite as 
much as they might wish for.” 

^^They may not seek your purse/’ added the 
old man. ^Wour blue eyes might be more at- 
tractive than the purse.” 

About that time little Mary worke up. She 
had been sleeping most of the way. The old 
man remarked: ^^!Nice little girl. I suppose 
she looks as her father did ?” 

^Wes/’ said Eosie, ^^she has his dark brown 
hair and hazel eyes; looks very much as he 
did.” 

^^Born to a good fortune to look like the 
father/’ said the old lady. 

The stage was driving up to a very respecta- 
ble looking house which proved to be a stage 
house. Here they changed horses again. There 
was quite a number of young men standing 
around on the piazza, some smoking, some talk- 
ing in a loud boisterous way, while some were 
gazing at the passengers as they alighted from 
the stage. As a rule the stage driver gave one 


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hour for refreshments. As Rosie passea into 
the sitting room one of the young men re- 
marked: ^^Devlish good looking young woman.’’ 
The old man was eyeing him cautiously, now 
and then giving him a sharp look. Rosie had 
taken a seat near a window, where she and lit- 
tle Mary were eating their dinner from a lunch 
basket. About that time a well looking man 
stood near the window gazing in at Rosie. Soon 
he took his seat in the sitting room directly 
opposite where she sat. He was a well looking 
man, had on a white beaver hat with a piece of 
black crepe around it. He eyed Rosie closely, 
as if he was going to speak, but good manners 
or fear of the old people prevented. He might 
have thought them to be her grandparents. 

Just then the stage was at the door. Rosie 
took little Mary by the hand and hurried to 
the stage when, to her surprise, the young man 
offered to assist her with her basket. She 
thanked him and passed into the stage, and was 
once more jogging along towards Stonington. 

The old man commenced talking about loaf- 
ers hanging around stage houses and public 
places and expressed himself thus: don’t 

like the jilt of that young man.” 

The old lady made some similar remarks of 
her dislikes. Rosie looked somewhat flushed 
and replied: ^Tle’s a fine looking man and 
dressed well. Did you see that ring upon his 


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finger ? He had a very nice looking watch and 
chain. I saw him looking at his watch.” 

^^That is all very well, my young friend. 
You can’t judge people by the clothes they 
wear. Sometimes the most wicked wear the 
best clothes.” 

saw the young man speaking to you,” said 
the old lady. 

^^Yes,” replied Rosie, ^^he offered to assist 
me with my basket. I thought he was making 
himself too familiar, so declined any of his 
assistance.” 

Rosie agreed with the old people by telling 
them she should be on her guard and not form 
any acquaintances with strangers. So they 
dropped the conversation about the young man 
and commenced talking on religious subjects. 
Rosie found the old people well versed with 
the Bible. She felt she had had a very pleas- 
ant ride and had enjoyed the old people’s com- 
pany, but was nearing Stonington, where the 
old people were to leave the stage. 

It was getting dark when the stage-driver 
reined up at a fine looking house. The old peo- 
ple alighted, for they were safely landed home, 
but not without bidding Rosie and little Mary 
a very affectionate farewell. Then Rosie was 
hurried down to the steamboat, as there was no 
time to be lost. Soon she was on the boat. 
How strange everything looked ! She had 
never been on a boat before. She secured a 


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state-room where she and little Mary soon re- 
tired for the night. She said she did not feel 
safe anywhere else. There seemed to be a great 
crowd on the boat. Rosie could not forget the 
warnings of her old friends. However, she was 
determined not to make any acquaintances with 
strangers. She kept little Mary close by her 
side, where she was delighted with so many 
new objects. She asked many questions. 
Finally Rosie took Mary and repaired to her 
state-room, where she hoped to get a good 
night’s rest, but the steamboat was not the 
place for sleep. Rosie rose early next morning, 
so as to see the ocean and land if there was any 
in sight. She stood on the promenade deck gaz- 
ing at the sun as it rose in all its splendor. 
As she turned her head a little to one side, 
looking up, she saw an elderly looking gentle- 
man coming towards her. He walked along, 
and finally took his stand near the railing, 
looking out upon the ocean, with now and then 
a sly glance at Rosie, who said to herself, 
shall make no acquaintance with strangers.” 

About that time the gentleman drew near 
where Rosie was standing and remarked, ^Tine 
morning.” 

Rosie hesitated but finally said, ^^Tes, sir, 
very fine.” 

Soon he remarked: ^^We are getting near 
New York.” 


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hope so/’ replied Rosie. ^The time has 
seemed long since I left Stonington.” 

^^Not used to traveling?” said the stranger. 

^^I’ve never been on a steamboat before.” 

^^Have friends in New York ?” he asked. 

She said she had not, but was going to Ocelia, 
where she had lived a few years previous. 

^^What, traveling all alone !” he replied. 

Rosie looked up as much as to say: ^^You are 
very inquisitive,” but finally replied: have 

my little girl with me.” 

^Y^oung looking lady to be married,” he re- 
plied. 

Then she said: was married nine years 

ago. It is three years since my husband died.” 

^^You a widow, and so young looking!” 

She told him she was not aware of her young 
looks, was over twenty-five. 

He looked at her with surprise and re- 
marked: ^^Twenty-five, and so good looking!” 

One could see the rosy hue as it spread over 
her fair face, and how she cast sly glances as 
she replied: ^^You fiatter me. I’m not used 
to flattery.” 

^^My young friend,” said he, ^^ou remind me 
of a young lady I once knew, one that was very 
dear to me. Death came and robbed me of my 
heart’s idol.” 

By that time Rosie had become interested in 
the old gentleman. He seemed to look so sad. 
She looked at him with reverence, thinking 


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how true he was to his lost love, still cherishing 
her memory. Eosie felt to sympathize with 
him and remarked, suppose you’ve a wife 
and family?” 

^^Ko,” he said, ^T’ve never seen any one I 
could call by that endearing name. I have 
traveled around the world, but have never found 
any one I could call the endearing name, wife. 
Yet you remind me so much of my lost Nancy 
I should like to know more of you.” 

Eosie looked at the old gentleman, for he 
looked so sad; the tears were standing in hisS 
eyes. She assured him she felt sorry and said : 
^Tt must have been a great sorrow to have 
parted with one so dear.” 

He assured her it had been a life’s sorrow. 
Finally he urged her to stop in New York, tell- 
ing her he would take her to the theatre, where 
she would be delighted to go. She told him 
she had never attended a theatre and that her 
parents had never brought up their children to 
go to theatres. 

^^How strange,” he replied; ^^most of the 
young people go to theatres.” 

Eosie was getting quite interested in her new 
acquaintance. He seemed so kind and sincere 
in what he said. Besides, he was a well look- 
ing man of forty and shouldn’t be talking like 
that. He finally asked her name. She gave 
him her name and said: once lived near 

Ocelia and am now on my way there.” 


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He pulled from his pocket a card and at the 
same time handed it to Rosie. She glanced at 
it and read, ^^Capt Rockwell.’’ He told lier 
he hoped she would accept it. Now that she 
had been away from her state-room a long time, 
she remarked : must go to my room and look 

after my little girl, who must have woke up by 
this time.” 

The gentleman urged her to stop in New 
York, so as to see the sights in a large city. 
She told him she had no time to spare; should 
hurry on her journey. Just as she was turning 
around to start she noticed a fine looking lady 
with two boys coming near where she was stand- 
ing. The lady remarked: ^^Why, George, I’ve 
been looking for you.” 

^^Yes,” said the little boy, ^^Mamma and I’ve 
been all over the boat looking for you. The 
smaller boy caught his father by the hand and 
exclaimed, ^^Come, papa, mamma’s in a hur- 

ry !” 

Rosie said she never saw such a meek look- 
ing man before. However he looked towards 
her and smiled as he walked away with his 
wife and two children. Rosie looked at them 
as they walked away, thinking of the warnings 
of her friends, and wondered she had not heeded 
them. Finally she said to herself, ^H’ll not 
make any more acquaintances while traveling.” 
She thought how little she knew, how unexpe- 
rienced in traveling. Many have been led astray 


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by just such flattering. think that man 

was telling me about his lost Nancy with tears 
in his eyes and how much I looked like her, 
almost asking me to be his wife, when he had a 
wife and two children on board the boat ! How 
many are deceived sometimes by those who are 
bound together by the strongest of ties.’’ 

Rosie hurried to her state-room, where she 
found little Mary still sleeping. She sat down, 
thinking how successfully the old gentleman 
had played his wicked part, for surely she be- 
lieved what he had said. He looked so truthful 
and honest. 

Now that they were in New York she must 
get little Mary ready for a start. Her journey 
was by stage, which would not leave New York 
until half-past ten o’clock. She decided to look 
around and do a little shopping while waiting. 
She and Mary were leisurely looking around at 
the show windows when Mary saw a large doll 
baby, all dressed, and commenced teasing her 
mother. Rosie said : ^^As you have been such a 
good girl. I’ll buy it.” 

There was nothing that would please Mary 
like a doll. She carried it in her arms all the 
way to Ocelia. Rosie had bought a feather for 
her hat, a real ostrich, some cloth for Mary’s 
dress — ^Mary had never had anything like a 
pink chintz before. As soon as Rosie was 
through with her trading she started to look 
after her trunk, which was still on the boat. As 


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she and Mary were walking along Rosie looked 
up with astonishment, for just ahead of her she 
saw Deacon Allen coming towards her. She 
said to herself, ^TMl not speak. I may be mis- 
taken.” 

She had not long to wait, for the deacon had 
caught sight of Rosie and Mary. He rushed 
towards them and put out his hand and said: 
‘Ms this Mrs. Hull?” 

She replied: ^^Yes, Fm Mrs. Hull; glad to 
meet you.” 

The deacon said: ^Ht’s pleasant to meet old 
friends.” 

Rosie said to herself: ^HVe found some one 
I can rely on. Deacon Allen’s a good and re- 
ligious man.” 

The deacon was not long making arrange- 
ments for Rosie and Mary to accompany him on 
his way as far as Ocelia or Uncle Burley’s. 

Rosie was to make her home with the Bur- 
leys. She was anxious to know what to do with 
the farm. Besides, Deacon Allen’s three years 
were up. She longed to see the little log-house 
where she and Edward had commenced house- 
keeping. Yet there had been great changes. 

While Deacon Allen, Rosie and Mary are on 
their way to Ocelia I will leave them to ac- 
company the reader up-country to the little log- 
house. 


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CHAPTEE X. 

THE WIDOW. 

The little log-house was where Kosie had 
gone through such conflicting scenes. Death, 
sorrow — such as few have known. It was thus 
she left her home, taking her only child, a beau- 
tiful daughter of seven years. How oft her 
mind wandered back to the old familiar scenes. 
How she had longed to trace the little brook 
that wended its way to the green lake and pluck 
the flowers from its banks as of yore ! How her 
heart yearned for those long cherished and 
happy days. Alas ! they come no more ! The 
one she loved and cherished sleeps amid the 
flowers. How time changes all; it had even 
changed Kosie — had changed her from a happy 
bride of seventeen to a more matured and 
thoughtful widow of twenty-five. 

Yes, she was anxious to see her old home, and 
as we return to the little log-house we find Dea- 
con Allen had been as good as his word. Every- 
thing showed thrift and enterprise. Even his 
barn and corn house were well filled. Mrs. 
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never saw such sauce. ^^The cellar is full. Dea- 
con Allen’s a dreadful good provider. I don’t 
know what I should have done if he’d not 
given me a home. You know when Jenkins 
died everything was sold to pay the debts. I 
had nothing, so had to find a place somewhere. 
It was then I came to Deacon Allen’s. That 
was some three years ago. I’ve been here ever 
since. I know he doesn’t pay me enough for 
what I do. However, it makes me a home. If 
he would only pay me fifty cents a week I 
could clothe myself pretty well. I want a new 
pair of shoes so I can go to meeting. I’ve not 
been this summer. I wanted to go real bad 
when little John preached. It seems I’d aught 
to earn enough to buy my clothes. I feed the 
chickens, milk two cows and feed the pigs, be- 
sides doing all the housework. He’s getting 
pretty particular about his shirt bosoms. I hear 
he’s quite a notion of getting married. I see 
him putting hair oil on his hair Sunday. Old 
Mrs. Tucker said she’d heard he’d offered him- 
self to a number of young ladies. I told her I 
couldn’t believe it. Most any of the galls would 
jump at the chance to marry Deacon Allen. 
He’s dreadful good man ; asks a blessing at the 
table every meal. I hope he won’t be gone over 
two weeks to Hew York. I’m getting lonesome. 
I hope he’ll get a good price for the sugar. I 
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awful cold. Mrs. Eaton said she thought he 
ought to pay me, but he’ll do as he pleases.” 

Just then she heard a rap at the door and 
who should come in but Jim Lee. Jim had 
helped do the chores while the deacon was away. 
When he had fairly got insidfe the door Mrs. 
Card said; ^^When do you think Deacon Al- 
len’s coming back, this week ?” 

^^Oh, yes,” replied Jim; ^^pretty expensive 
staying in New York. He’ll get a good price 
for them horses in New York.” 

^^Yes,” said Mrs. Card, ^^and they were good 
ones, too.” 

^‘Deacon always raised good horses,” said 
Jim. ^^How much sugar did he catry?” 

^Tive hundred pounds,” said Mrs. Card, 
^^and how hard I worked boiling down the sap. 
Besides, I got a dreadful cold. You know the 
snow came on and then thawed. That made it 
dreadful wet and I guess I’ll never get over this 
cold.” 

‘^Oh, yes you will,” said Jim. ^^You’ll be 
helping the deacon make maple sugar next 
spring.” 

Mrs. Card said she would go over to Mrs. 
Eaton’s to the quilting a little while. She didn’t 
want to miss it, so she put on her best clothes 
and started. She said her shoes were poor, but 
then she would make them do. 

It was two o’clock when she arrived at Mrs. 
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east room quilting. There were Patty and Betty 
Moot, the Widow Crab, besides the Fox girls 
and a number of others. 

Mrs. Card immediately sat down and com- 
menced quilting. Mrs. Eaton asked her if Dea- 
con Allen had got home. Mrs. Card replied: 
^^He is not.’’ 

^‘Having quite a stay ?” said Mrs. Eaton. 

^Wes,” replied Mrs. Card, ^^and I don’t ex- 
pect him until the last of the week or first of 
next week.” 

^‘Pretty expensive,” said Patty Moot, ^^stay- 
ing so long in New York.” 

‘‘Well, I should say so,” said the Widow 
Crab. 

Mrs. Card told them that the deacon’s wdfe’s 
cousin lived in New York and it wouldn’t cost 
him a single cent. 

“Deacon Allen’s a dreadful good man,” said 
Mrs. Eaton. “I hear he’s quite a notion to get- 
ting married again.” 

“Yes,” chimed in the Widow Crab, “I hear 
he’s offered himself to Fanny Jenks. Her 
aunt’s cousin told me so.” 

Mrs. Card spoke right up and said: “I don’t 
believe one word of it. Deacon Allen don’t 
want a high fly; besides, she’s a divorced 
woman. Deacon Allen wouldn’t marry a di- 
vorced woman wEen there are so many Chris- 
tian women who’s never been married. I guess 
I’ll do his work a while longer.” 


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^^How is it about the farm?’’ said Miss Fox. 
‘Mlis time’s about up. That pretty little widow’s 
been gone three years.” 

hear she’s coming back,” said Mrs. Crab. 
^^You know the Burleys always thought a 
dreadful sight of her.” 

‘^There’s one thing,” said Mrs. Card, ^T’ve 
always taken good care of the shrubbery. 
There’s them white rose bushes, beautiful, al- 
most cover one side of the house. There’s that 
willow down by the spring; I never saw any- 
thing grow like it.” 

^^They say the deacon takes dreadful good 
care of that wood vine. It almost covers the 
house,” said Mrs. Eaton. 

^^Handsome place! I should think the dea- 
con’d hate to leave it. He’ll probably buy it,” 
said Betty Moot. ^^He owns the farm next 
to it.” 

^‘Mrs. Card, have you heard about the great 
wedding down to Bingo ?” asked the Widow 
Crab. 

‘^Do tell,” said Mrs. Card. want to know 
all about it and who was there.” 

^^Let’s see,” said Mrs. Crab, ^^Dr. Jones’ wife 
and Charles and Alice Burley. Mrs. Jones 
told me it was a very grand wedding. The bride 
was dressed in pure white; looked splendid. 
Mrs. Jones said: H never had such a nice time 
before.’ Mrs. Jones wore a sky-blue silk. She 
had it new for the occasion; looked just grand.” 


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shouldn’t think Mrs. Jones could afford 
silk dresses,” said Miss Fox. hear Dr. 

Jones is dreadfully in debt.” 

guess he’ll always be in debt while he has 
that woman,” added Betty Moot. pretty 

high-headed woman she is.” 

When it was four o’clock tea was ready. Mrs. 
Card said she was sorry, but she would have to 
go home right after tea, as she had the cows to 
milk and lots of other chores. So as soon as 
tea was over Mrs. Card started for home. 

After Mrs. Card had left Betty Moot said 
she hoped Deacon Allen wouldn’t get married. 
^Tf he should I don’t know what would become 
of poor old Mrs. Card. You know she’s been 
to Deacon Allen’s for the last five years. Poor 
old lady’s done a dreadful sight of hard work 
for Deacon Allen. I don’t tliink he paid her 
much, do you, Mrs. Eaton ?” 

can’t say, Betty. I hope he’ll do well by 
her. I can’t think Deacon Allen would do any- 
thing but what was right and just.” 

^That’s so,” added Widow Crab. ^Wou 
know people’s dreadful selfish. Deacon Allen’s 
not excepted.” 

Here the conversation ended about Deacon 
Allen. Betty Moot said she heard Fanny Jenks 
had got a new bonnet and had wore it to meet- 
ing Sunday. 

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shaped thing for a bonnet, if that’s what they 
called it.” 

^^You know, Betty, there’s some queer fash- 
ions now-a-days,” added Mrs. Crab. saw 

Dr. Jones’ wife to church Sunday with a horrid 
looking bonnet. I suppose it was the latest 
style. I hear Dr. Jones has left off drinking 
liquor. Been boarding at Mr. Burley’s while 
his wife was away. Looks like a different 
man.” 

‘^Hotel’s no place for him to board ; too many 
temptations,” added Mrs. Eaton. don’t 

think much of the liquor business, if our fore- 
fathers did use it. Some say the good old Pil- 
grims had to be allowanced with beer while on 
their way to America. Let that be as it may, 
I don’t like rum business. Rum sellers gen- 
erally get rich out of poor foolish men’s wages.” 

^^Yes,” said Mrs. Crab, ^^there’s Jinks Card 
was poor as a church mouse when he died and 
poor old Mrs. Card’s had to work dreadful hard 
at Deacon Allen’s just because Jinks drank up 
everything he earned. To think of filling a 
drunkard’s grave !” 

^Tt’s a sad thing,” said Mrs. Eaton. 

The quilters had done well, yet the quilt was 
not done when it grew dusk and there was no 
moon to light them on their way. Each one 
hurried home. Mrs. Crab told them she was 
going to Deacon Allen’s Monday to visit with 
Mrs. Card. 


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Monday came and Mrs. Crab was good as her 
word. At two o’clock she w^as at Deacon Al- 
len’s place. Mrs. Card was well pleased to see 
her. Mrs. Crab said she had almost given up 
coming, for just as she was about to start who 
should come in but Jim Lee. ^^However he was 
in a hurry to get home. He said he was ex- 
pecting Deacon Allen that day.” 

^^Well,” said Mrs. Card, ^^he’s been gone 
twelve days. I’m looking for him every hour.” 

It was the thirteenth day of the month. 
^^Some say thirteen’s an unlucky date, although 
I never could tell any difference in numbers,” 
said Mrs. Card. don’t think it will make 
any difference to the deacon. He always seems 
to have good luck.” 

^^Yes,” said Mrs. Crab, ^^somehow he’s the 
luckiest man I ever see. Everything seems to 
prosper wuth him.” 

^^Yes,” said Mrs. Card, ^^he’s a dreadful good 
man. Why shouldn’t he prosper ? You know 
the Bible says, ^Seek ye first the kingdom of 
Heaven and all things shall be added unto 
you.’ ” 

Just then the deacon arrived home, put his 
horses in the barn, gave them a good generous 
feed and started for the house. Mrs. Crab said 
she would be going. Mrs. Card was all ready 
hurrying to get a warm supper for the deacon. 
She said she never saw him look so well — his 
face was all smiles. He finally remarked: 


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^TVe seen some one who’ll be a surprise to 
you.” 

. Mrs. Card guessed almost every one but the 
right one. The deacon finally said : ^Tt’s Mrs. 
Hull and her little girl, Mary/’ 

that so ?” exclaimed Mrs. Card. 

^^Yes,” he replied, met them in Hew York. 
They were on their way to Ocelia. I had 
them come along with me as far as Ocelia, 
where I left them at Mr. Burley’s.” 

^^Do tell !” said Mrs. Card. ^^The Burleys 
must of been dreadfully surprised.” 

^^Oh, no,” he replied, ^^they’ve been expect- 
ing her for a week.” 

^^Well,” said Mrs. Card, ^T’m surprised. Is 
she as handsome as ever ?” 

don’t know as I’d be a good judge,” he 
replied. ^^She looks older than she did when 
she left here three years ago, although I don’t 
think that hurts her looks. Good looking 
woman !” 

^^Yes, fine looking,” remarked Mrs. Card. 
‘T suppose she’ll be coming up to see the place 
soon.” 

^^Well, yes,” remarked the deacon, ^^she’ll 
want to see her old home and know what’s been 
doing these three years.” 

^^There’s one thing, deacon, we’ve kept every- 
thing in good shape. I don’t see where she’d 
find any fault.” 

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and placing it upon the table Mrs. Card said 
she was surprised to think the yonng widow 
had returned; she’d just run over to Mrs. 
Eaton’s and tell her the news, while the deacon 
was eating. However she hurried back home 
after telling Mrs. Eaton that Mrs. Hull, the 
young widow, had returned and was staying at 
Mr. Burley’s. Mrs. Card was anxious to know 
what the deacon had brought home. When she 
arrived home she found the deacon busy look- 
ing at some blue broadcloth. He had just taken 
it out of a paper. He had also a new hat and 
a number of other things. Mrs. Card looked 
at them and thought, “He might have brouglit 
me a pair of shoes. I need them bad enough.” 

Kosie and little Mary were happy and con- 
tented, while the Burleys were delighted to 
have them come. Eosie told them how home- 
sick she had been while in Hew England, and 
how she longed to see the little log-house. 

She had been to the Burley’s a week when 
Mr. Burley purposed that they all go up to the 
farm, knowing Rosie was anxious to see her 
old home. He hitched up a pair of horses so 
all might have a chance to go. Uncle Burley 
said Aunt Polly would never go anywhere, so 
urged her until she finally concluded to go. 
The wagon was a two-seated one, yet it was 
full. It was a lovely day when Mr. Burley took 
them to the farm. Deacon Allen was watching 
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day. The party was shown around, seeming to 
enjoy it. Rosie said she was well pleased with 
the place. It had been well cared for. Little 
Mary thought a log-house quite a sight. She 
had forgotten about living in the little log- 
house. Rosie said she would go to the lake and 
see if it looked as it used to. What sad thoughts 
passed through her mind as she gazed upon the 
tall hemlocks that spread their broad branches 
over the water, giving it a green look. As 
Rosie cast her eyes on the water she exclaimed : 
^^Cruel, cruel water to rob me of my loved 
one.’’ 

Alice saw Rosie was so sad that she urged 
her to return to the house. Then they visited 
the spring. There was the willow Rosie had 
set out five years before. How changed was 
everything at the spring! Rosie remarked: 
^^What a lovely place!” There the giant oak 
with the ivy festoond all around its branches, 
which spread out, making a beautiful shade. 
Just under the tree was some moss-covered 
rocks where the water came bubbling up 
through the sand, cool and clear as crystal. J ust 
at the right was the tree Rosie had set out five 
years before. So much larger that one would 
never think it the same. 

Willows grow so fast. Just below was the 
crystal brook flowing gently through the 
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peppermint with a few water lilies resting on 
its pure water as it glided through the meadow. 

As it was getting late in the day the sun was 
sinking in the west and the dew was falling. 
It was thought best to return to the house. All 
started in a hurry, Rosie being the last one. It 
was noticed that Deacon Allen took particular 
pains to walk beside Rosie, or the young widow, 
as she was called. 

When Mr. Burley was once seated in the 
wagon and all ready for a start he remarked: 
^^Coming down to church Sunday, Mr. Allen 

^^Certainly, Mr. Burley, I shall be there,^’ 
said the deacon. love God^s holy Sabbath 
day.’^ 

Mr. Burley was not long driving to Ocelia. 
Aunty Polly said : ^T’m glad to get home. No 
place like home for me.’’ 

Each one set themselves to work making 
preparations for Sunday, it being the fourth 
Sunday in the month, which was Communion 
Sunday. 

Sunday was a lowery day, yet the church was 
well filled. Some went out of curiosity, while 
many were devoted to the church service. It 
was well understood that Rosie and Mary were 
to be at the church that day. All were anxious 
to get a glimpse of the young widow, as she was 
called. Even Dr. Jones’ wife seemed inter- 
ested. 

When Alice and Rosie entered the church 


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there was some anxious people who were look- 
ing around and whispering, as IVe seen them 
do when a stranger entered church. 

The service was very simple and impressive, 
according to their church creed. When the 
service was over it was not long before all had 
shaken hands with the young widow. All were 
ready to welcome her back to her old familiar 
place; none more so, however, than Deacon 
Allen. Some said Rosie looked the best they 
ever saw her, while others said she looked 
rather old for one of her age. Some thought 
her rather dressy for a widow. However, most 
every one had something to say. 

Deacon Allen remarked: ^^Mrs. Hull has a 
dreadfully nice little girl; looks as her father 
did. He was a dreadful likely man. I canH 
lielp liking the child. 

Old Mrs. Gardiner said she thought it was 
because he liked the mother and Mrs. Moot 
thought it strange Deacon Allen should have 
met Mrs. Hull in Hew York and bring her to 
Ocelia. Mrs. Gardiner expressed her opinion 
by saying: think it was a contrived plan 

between Deacon Allen and Rosie.’’ 

^T’ve made up my mind it’ll make a match,” 
said Mrs. Moot. ^^Deacon Allen will hate to 
leave that farm. Dreadful nice place !” 

Rosie made her home at Uncle Burley’s and 
seemed very happy while the people were call- 
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ers was Mrs. Dr. Jones. She said she was 
overjoyed to think Mrs. Hull had returned and 
hoped she would make her home in Ocelia. Mrs. 
Jones seemed ‘well pleased to meet Alice, as she 
had not met her since the wedding at Bingo. 
She told Alice she was dreadfully disappointed 
not to have got a chance to speak to her and 
Charles at the wedding. She was so busy get- 
ting ready and helping Ellen, she hardly knew 
when Alice came. Mrs. Jones urged Alice and 
Rosie to come and spend the afternoon some 
time that week, as she was so lonesome after 
coming home where it was so dull. Bingo, she 
said, was a lively place; always something 
going on. 

It was the following Thursday Mrs. Jones 
invited Alice and Rosie to spend the after- 
noon. Alice said she hardly knew what to think 
of Mrs. Jones; sometimes she was very pleas- 
ant and entertaining and other times cool and 
distant. However, Alice concluded to accept 
the invitation and spend the afternoon with 
Mrs. Jones. 

They were having a very enjoyable afternoon 
at Mrs. Jones’ when all of a sudden Alice 
looked up and exclaimed: ^There comes Dea- 
con Allen ! I wonder who’s sick ?” 

The deacon gave a loud rap. Mrs. Jones has- 
tened to the door and found the deacon standing 
near by. Mrs. Jones gave him a cordial greet- 
ing, invited him into the house, which he ac- 


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cepted after inquiring for Mrs. Hull. After 
being seated in the parlor he says to Alice: 
‘TVe just come from your place; was looking 
for Mrs. Hull ; I wanted to see her on business. 
I found she was here, so came right along.’’ 

^^That was right,” said Alice. 

Just then Mrs. Jones entered and after hav- 
ing a little conversation wdth the deacon she 
urged him to stay to tea. He made some ex- 
cuses, but finally concluded to stay. When Mrs. 
Jones had arranged and had the tea on the 
table all entered the dining-room, where they 
were seated at the table. Deacon Allen making 
a long prayer. 

After tea Kosie and Deacon Allen sat in the 
parlor, while Alice helped Mrs. Jones do the 
dishes. 

It was just at twilight when Alice and Rosie 
started for home. Deacon Allen coughed and 
hemmed a little, but finally walked alongside of 
Rosie. He spent the evening at Mr. Burley’s, 
leaving there about ten o’clock. As he left the 
house he remarked: ^^Mrs. Hull, I’ll see you 
again in a few days.” 

From that time forth Deacon Allen was seen 
on his way to Mr. Burley’s two or three times 
a week. Soon the news spread over the place — 
as news will — that Deacon Allen was about to 
marry the young widow. Some said it was a 
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man of thirty-five, besides being a good and 
Godly man. Dr. Jones said he couldn’t see 
why some men were so much better than others. 

know some are rough in their appearance, 
yet have warm and tender hearts full of love 
and sympathy for their fellow beings.” 

Little Mary said she loved Deacon Allen. 
^^He’s good; gives me candy.” 

That same day Mr. Burley saw Rosie and 
Mary as they were coming from the store and 
remarked: ^^Rosie, I want to see you in the 
parlor this afternoon.” 

Rosie was somewhat surprised, thinking it 
might be of great importance. However, that 
afternoon she repaired to the parlor, where she 
and Mr. Burley had a long and confidential 
talk. Mr. Burley said : hear you are about 

to marry Deacon Allen, and I have reasons to 
believe it. How, what I want to say is in re- 
gards to Mary.” 

Whatever the conversation was it was de- 
cided that Mr. Burley should be guardian for 
Mary and her estate. At that time Mary was 
eight years old. Mr. Burley knew some one 
should look after Mary’s money which her 
Grandfather Hull gave her. 

As I was saying, Mr. Burley was just the 
man to look after Mary’s interest. Deacon 
Allen was very zealous in his suit, consequently 
the wedding was hurried. Hew Year’s day be- 


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ing the day set apart for Deacon Allen’s and 
Rosie’s marriage, which was to be a very quiet 
affair. The deacon said there was no need of 
a great display. 


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CHAPTER XL 

the death of MRS. DR. JONES. 

It was the week before Christmas Mrs. J ones 
and a lady friend by the name of Pratt hired 
a horse and wagon to go to Cincinnati to do 
some shopping for Christmas, and also to make 
a few calls. 

As the day was waning Mrs. Jones felt some- 
what anxious to get started and remarked: 
^^This is one of the pleasantest days IVe ever 
seen for this season of the year and IVe en- 
joyed it so much.’’ 

^^Yes,” said Mrs. Pratt, ^Ve’ve had a grand 
time shopping, and have got almost everything 
we wanted.” 

^^That’s so,” said Mrs. Jones. ^T’m almost 
sorry I bought the hat. I don’t know how the 
doctor’ll like it. He never liked blue. How 
strange that naen always like red.” 

^That’s so,” said Mrs. Pratt. 

Mrs. Jones and Mrs. Pratt were very happy,' 
talking about their purchases, until they came 
to a small log-house where a small boy was 
standing near the road with a nanny-goat har- 


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nessed to a small wagon, which so frightened 
the horse that he commenced balking around 
and rearing up. Finally he gave one plunge 
and commenced running. The road was very 
hilly — was sometimes called the Oxcelia Moun- 
tains, because the road ran along a high bank 
beside the Oxcelic Kiver. The bank was very 
steep, some places being a hundred feet, cov- 
ered with thick bushes, with now and then a 
large hemlock tree. 

Mrs. Jones was driving. She kept the horse 
in the road, thinking he might get quieted down 
after a while, but just as they were going down 
the last steep place one of the wheels gave way 
and over went the carriage, throwing the ladies 
out. Mrs. Pratt got up and tried to help Mrs. 
Jones. Soon she saw it was of no use, for she 
had the appearance of being dead. Mrs. Pratt 
started for Ocelia, which was but a short dis- 
tance away. She was not long in telling what 
had happened, did not even think of her own 
injuries ; she was badly bruised. 

Soon the news spread, as news will in a small 
town, that Mrs. Jones was dead, and the road 
was very soon lined with people on their way 
to the spot where Mrs. Jones was lyiug. To 
their surprise she was still living, but badly 
hurt. She was taken home as one in a dying 
condition. The doctor took her in his arms and 
carried her into the house, where everything 
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thorough examination it was found her injuries 
were internal and there were doubts as to her 
recovery. She lay all day unconscious, not 
realizing that any one was near her. Alice 
Burley was standing over her most of the time, 
only leaving now and then for a little rest, 
which she needed. 

It was Christmas morning when Alice saw 
signs of consciousness. Mrs. Jones opened her 
eyes and said : ^^How strange everything looks. 
I^m so weak.^’ 

Alice laid her hand upon her head and re- 
plied: ^^You are sick and must be as quiet as 
possible. 

^^How long have I been here?” said Mrs. 
J ones. What happened ?” 

^^You are sick,” replied Alice. ^^Come, take 
your medicine. I hope you’ll be better soon. 
Go to sleep ; it will do you good.” 

Soon Mrs. Jones dropped into a calm sleep. 
It was then there were hopes of her recovery. 

The neighbors were kind and willing to lend 
a helping hand to those who were afflicted. Mrs. 
Jones’ sickness had cast a shadow over the 
whole. The people had almost forgotten New” 
Year’s day was the day for Deacon Allen and 
Rosie’s marriage, such was their grief. 

Dr. Jones’ home was the saddest of all, his 
heart being clouded with a grief as he con- 
stantly watched by his wife’s bedside. Not that 
she had always been essential to his happiness — 


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no, far from it — yet he was not the man to re- 
call the past. His whole heart, was filled with 
love and sympathy for his wife and, with pa- 
tience, supplying every want. 

When Mrs. Jones awoke she seemed restless 
and said to Alice: shall never get well 

again.’’ 

hope you may,” said Alice. ^^Why do you 
think you’re not going to get well ?” 

can’t tell,” said Mrs. Jones. have that 
impression.” 

^^Put your trust in God,” said Alice. ^^He’s 
able to raise you.” 

Mrs. Jones lay as one in meditation and 
finally said : know He is, but He seems so far 
away.” 

^^Let us pray with our whole hearts that you 
may feel his presence.” So saying Alice knelt 
down and prayed. Mrs. Jones lay as one en- 
tranced. 

When Alice arose from her knees Mrs. 
Jones gave her a beseeching look and said: 
^^I’ve lived in vain. My life’s been a vain 
show. What I ought to have done is undone. 
Alice, I fear I’ve wronged you.” 

^^Mrs. Jones, don’t grieve for wrongs done 
me; look to Christ, our Saviour. He’s inter- 
ceding for you and me.” 

‘^Will He intercede for me ?” said Mrs. 
Jones. 

^^He surely will,” replied Alice. 


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By that time Mrs. Jones was completely ex- 
hausted. Alice told her to get some sleep, as 
she needed it so much. 

Next morning she seemed much refreshed in 
body, but not in mind. While talking with 
Alice she said: ^T’ve wronged my husband. I 
wish to write what IVe not the heart nor cour- 
age to say.’^ 

Alice put her arms gently around her, plac- 
ing the pillows, so she could sit in a half sitting 
position. Then she asked for pen and ink, 
which Alice brought along with paper. Alice 
took her seat near the window while Mrs. Jones 
was writing. Finally Mrs. Jones had finished 
and said to Alice: ^Tlease fold it and wrap it 
in a paper, and when I’m gone give it- to the 
doctor.” 

By that time she was completely exhausted 
and Alice removed the pillows and laid her back 
on the pillow, where she lay with closed eyes, 
often giving a long sigh. Finally she dropped 
into a gentle sleep. When she awoke the doc- 
tor was standing near her bed and said: ^^How 
ar^ you feeling Mira, my dear?” 

She put out her hand and motioned him to 
come near, saying: ^Mames, can you forgive 
me, as I hope and trust the God of mercy 
will ?” 

He clasped her in his arms, saying: for- 

give with all my heart, as I hope to be for- 
given.” Tears of repentance were fast falling. 


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That afternoon she seemed perfectly recon- 
ciled to her fate, as she was growing weaker 
all the time. It was on Sunday morning that 
she said to Alice : lived for society and its 

graces. What are they to me to-day? Naught 
but mockery. Now I lay on a sick and dying 
bed, my prayers go to God asking for grace — 
yes, dying grace. Then she ceased speaking 
and lay as in silent prayer. 

About six o’clock the doctor was holding her 
in her arms when she exclaimed: ‘^I’m going; 
I hear music; let me go.” 

She was laid back upon the pillows, and im- 
mediately expired just as the people were wend- 
ing their way to church. How sad to hear the 
peal of the bell as it died away with an echo 
from the distant hills ! The heart that once was 
gay had ceased to beat — was silent forever. 

In books we read many wonderful things. 
Could we but read the human heart we should 
find things far more mysterious than were ever 
read in books or ever can be. 

Wednesday was the day set apart for the 
funeral and a sad day it was. Mrs. Jones’ 
death had cast a gloom over the whole place. 
It had come so unexpectedly. 

The funeral services were very simple and 
imposing, almost every one in Ocelia being 
present. At four o’clock she was laid to rest in 
her final resting place, leaving Dr. Jones to 
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Alice had stood over Mrs. Jones through all 
her sickness; nor did she leave the house until 
she had given Dr. Jones the papers his wife 
had intrusted to her care. 

It was a dark, gloomy night, scarcely a star 
to be seen. The wind was blowing fiercely 
around the northwest corner of the house. It 
seemed to sing a requiem to the departed one. 

Dr. Jones was sitting in his warm, cozy sit- 
ting-room, thinking of the changes. Only a 
short time be3fore the gay, the fashionable, had 
mingled in that same room. As he sat in medi- 
tation he thought of the paper Alice had given 
him, which read as follows: 

^Mames, my ever indulgent husband: 

^^I will write you what I’ve not the courage 
nor heart to say. 

^^Since I’ve been confined to a sick and dying 
bed my mind wanders back to the past. Oh, 
how my heart aches as I recall the past ! I feel 
I’ll not be here long. I wish to reveal the 
secret of my heart. I’ve prayed to God, asking 
pardon, hoping and trusting He may forgive 
me the wrongs I’ve done you and Martha Long. 
I know I’ve not been essential to your happi- 
ness, as there was one you loved with your 
whole lieart. When I think of the deception 
I practiced to separate you from the idol of 
your heart it makes me shudder as it passes 
through my mind. Martha Long loved you as 
her own life. She always spoke of you as her 


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dearest friend. I sometimes think had onr 
nuptial been one of love onr lives would have 
been far more happy. I could never have ne- 
glected you as I have. Oh, how my mind wan- 
ders back to my childhood days when I was 
young and happy! Then there came a cloud. 
Oh, how my heart ached for my poor mother! 
The news came my father had been arrested for 
passing counterfeit money. Is it a wonder 
passed through society as a counterfeit? I^^e 
inherited my father’s principles. Oh, that I 
had been like that gentle and loving mother! 
My father’s crime was the cause of her death. 
I can see her kind and loving face as she lay 
on her deathbed. How she folded me to her 
heart as the tears were streaming down her pale 
cheeks ! My father’s name was Lock. He was 
serving out his sentence when my mother died. 
It was then Mrs. Brown came to my mother’s 
house. She took me home with her, as I had 
no place to go. She had no children, so gave 
me a home and called me by her own name. 
After six years Mrs. Brown moved to Moodus, 
where I first saw you. My life reminds me of 
the stage, where each one acts his part. How 
that I’m to leave the stage of life and enter the 
unl^nown future, can you forgive a poor peni- 
tent wife ? I now ask your forgiveness, hoping 
you may live long and be happy. May God 
in his mercy forgive me is my prayer. 

^^Mira."" 


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After reading that brief narrative the doctor 
said : ^^We may meet again when lifers journey’s 
ended. Why should I look on the dark side of 
life instead of the light, fair, more hopeful and 
beautiful ? Have I not supped sorrow’s last 
dreg ?” 

How that Mrs. Jones has passed on to the 
great beyond, each and every one was anxious 
to avert their minds from the past so, conse- 
quently, commenced talking of Deacon Allen 
and Eosie, who were to be married Hew Year’s 
day. 

Hew Year’s day was already at hand. Deacon 
Allen seemed as happy as a man could be. He 
was much elated when speaking of Eosie. He 
said : ^^She comes from the good old Mayflower 
stock, being descended from Miles Standish.” 

The name of Eosie had been named through 
ten generations. It was a favorite name in the 
Horth family, as well as in the Lester and Will- 
iams family. Barbara was a common name, 
too. However, Deacon Allen called Eosie his 
^^Hew England Eose.” 

The deacon and Eosie made few preparations 
for the marriage ceremony. The deacon had 
his blue broadcloth made up in a late style, also 
other things that were needed for the occasion. 
Eosie Avas well prepared for the event, having 
a nice gray silk which was all that could be 
wished for ; besides, it was very becoming. 

After weighing all the circumstances, Dea- 


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con Allen said it would be best for the Justice 
of Peace to come to Mr. Burley’s and perform 
the ceremony, which would be short and simple, 
and so it was decided upon. At about four 
o’clock the family assembled in the parlor to 
witness the ceremony. John S. Dyer, Justice 
of Peace, came. The ceremony was a short 
one, but no less binding. The contracting par- 
tie were made man and wife according to God’s 
ordinance and the laws of the State. 

Now that Deacon Allen was married to the 
handsome young widow he thought he would 
make a little display, so engaged the finest sta- 
ble team in the place, and a fine one it was, too ; 
the horses were full of life, high spirited, and 
when the deacon and his young wife were seated 
in the carriage it attracted more or less atten- 
tion. However, they were driven to the farm, 
which was to be their future home. Little Mary 
stayed to Uncle Burley’s for a few days. Alice 
and her father were to take Mary to the farm 
at a convenient time. Mary was quite anxious 
to go up to the farm and live with ^^her good 
papa,” as she called Deacon Allen. 

Now that Deacon Allen and wife had taken 
up their abode at the farm, everything in the 
house showed neatness and order. Mrs. Card 
was a good housekeeper, but now that Deacon 
Allen had a wife he said to himself: ^T’ve no 
particular need of Mrs. Card ; I shall let her go. 


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Rosie donT need any help. I can help her and 
save one^s board. 

The deacon and Rosie had l>een at the farm 
two days when the deacon met Mrs. Card com- 
ing from the spring with two pails of water. 
Tie accosted her by saying : ^TTl bring the 
water after this. I don’t see as there’s any 
more work for yon. I think Rosie and myself 
can do all the work that’s to be done here. 
You might as well look for a new home.” 

Mrs. Card w^as so surprised she hardly knew 
what to say. Finally she said: ^^I’m surprised. 
I didnt’ expect to leave here this winter; be- 
sides it’s cold and blustery and I don’t know 
where I’m to go. However, I’ll pick up my 
things this afternoon so as to leave here to-mor- 
row morning. You see my shoes are not suit- 
able for this cold weather.” 

The deacon looked down at her feet and re- 
marked: ^Y^ou’re always in want.” 

As Mrs. Card started towards the house she 
remarked: go to-morrow morning.” 

Next morning about eight o’clock Mrs. Card 
was standing in the front door with a large 
carpet bag in her hand which contained all her 
worldly goods. Deacon Allen remarked : ^^When 
you get a good place let us know. We shall 
want to hear from you. Put your trust in the 
Lord and remember He will provide.” 

The wind was blowing fiercely, everything 
looked dark and dreary. It had snowed the 


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night before and scarcely a path was to be seen. 
Mrs. Card started, saying to herself: ^^This is 
a cold gloomy morning. I think Deacon Allen’s 
heart’s still colder or he’d not have sent me 
away this cold winter. What’s the use of cry- 
ing, for what can’t be helped must be endured.” 
So she walked along with a heavy heart, think- 
ing how she had always worked hard and fared 
hard. Now that she was old she had nowhere 
to lay her head. About that time she came in 
sight of Mrs. Eaton’s and said aloud : guess 

the Lord will care for me,” and so hurried on. 
Mrs. Eaton happened to be looking down the 
road and saw the old lady as she came towards 
the door with her carpet bag, which seemed 
to weigh heavily upon the old lady’s arm. The 
old lady seemed much fatigued after tramping 
through the snow with her carpet bag. Mrs. 
Eaton opened the door and said : ^^Seems to me 
you’ve taken an early start, Mrs. Card.” 

^^Yes,” replied Mrs. Card, ^^but I had to leave 
Deacon Allen’s. He’s got married and has no 
more work for me.” 

^^Do tell! Mrs. Card, what’s the trouble,” 
said Mrs. Eaton. 

^^No trouble,” said Mrs. Card. ^^You know 
Deacon Allen’s married to that handsome wid- 
ow. She’ll look after his house. He’s a dread- 
ful close man. I thought I’d come over and 
see you a little while and make up my mind 
what to do.” 


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^^Why, Mrs. Card, I’m so sorry. I was in 
hopes you’d have stayed to Deacon Allen’s 
through the winter.” 

guess you don’t know how sorry I was,” 
said Mrs. Card. ^^Yes, here I am, bag and 
baggage ; don’t know what I’m to do.” 

‘Tt seems to me you’ve been changing shoes 
since I saw you last,” said Mrs. Eaton. 

^^Tes, I have on a pair that were the dea- 
con’s. They were too small for him, so he gave 
them to me.” 

^^Don’t they hurt your feet?” said Mrs. 
Eaton. 

^^Yes; not as bad, though, as they did. It’s 
the best I could do. I told the deacon a month 
ago I wanted some shoes. He said: ^Take them 
small ones ; I can’t wear them any more. They 
hurt my feet. They’ll last you a long time.’ ” 

^^Mrs. Card, how do you like the deacon’s 
wife ?” inquired Mrs. Eaton. 

^^Oh, she’s splendid. She said she was sorry 
to have me leave. I don’t think she knew the 
deacon sent me away. You see I was coming 
from the spring when he told me I must look 
for a new home, so you see she don’t know any- 
thing about it.” 

Just then there was a rap at the door. Mrs. 
Eaton opened it and in came the Widow Crab. 
She looked around somewhat surprised when 
she saw Mrs. Card. However, she said to Mrs. 
Eaton : ^^Deacon Allen’s got his bride home.” 


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I hear/^ said Mrs. Eaton. 

Then Mrs. Crab turned to Mrs. Card and 
said: ^Wou’ll have plenty of work this winter. 
Theredl be four in the family to do the work 
for.^’ 

Mrs. Card assured her that the work wouldn’t 
be very hard, as the butchering was all done 
and she had made forty pounds of sausage, be- 
sides making fifty mince pies. ^^There’ll be no 
sewing,” said Mrs. Card. ^T’ve made the dea- 
con three new shirts, besides two pair of Ken- 
tucky jeen pants. lie’s plenty of socks. I’ve 
always been knitting all my spare time.” 

^^Well, well, Mrs. Card, I think you’ve done 
well by Deacon Allen. I hope he’ll do as well 
by you,” said Mrs. Crab. 

^^He’s done all he’ll do,” added Mrs. Eaton. 

^^Why, you are not going to leave the dea- 
con’s,” said Mrs. Crab. 

^T’ve already left,” said Mrs. Card. 

^Toolish woman, to leave this cold winter 
weather after doing up all the work!” 

' AVhat could I do ? The deacon told me he 
had no more work for me and I had better find 
a place, so I picked up all my things, put them 
in my carpet bag, and then came over here.” 

Just then Mrs. Eaton looked at the old lady, 
for she was crying as though her heart would 
break. Finally she said: ^T’ve lived to Dea- 
con Allen’s five years and it seems like home 
to me. I’d plenty to eat,” added Mrs. Card. 


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^^Yes, and plenty to do/^ added Mrs. Crab, 
did work pretty hard/’ said Mrs. Card, 
‘‘but I didn’t mind that long’s I’d a home. You 
see it’s pretty hard in cold winter weather not 
to have a place to call home.” 

By that time the old lady had completely 
broken down — was crying like a homesick 
child. Mrs. Crab looked at her with love and 
sympathy, thinking how hard had been her lot, 
and now that she had no hopes, but left to the 
mercy of a few kind-hearted neighbors, who 
were willing to do all they could for her. 

About that time Mrs. Crab spoke up and 
said : “I think it’s a shame for Deacon Allen to 
send you away this cold weather as poorly clad 
as you are.” 

‘‘Mrs. Card can stay here until she gets a 
good place,” said Mrs. Eaton. 

“Come to my house and make a good long 
visit,” said Mrs. Crab. “I’ll see what I can 
do when I go to Ocelia. I think I can find some 
different looking shoes.” 

“Why, Mrs. Crab, I shouldn’t care how my 
shoes looked if I’d a home. You see I don’t 
wan’t to be traveling around from place to 
place.” 

“You needn’t travel around,” said Mrs. 
Eaton, “but stay right where you are.” 

Mrs. Card had been to Mrs. Eaton’s some 
two weeks when one pleasant morning who 
should come in but Mrs. Crab. She had been 


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to Ocelia, where the people were ready and 
willing to help the poor and needy. Mrs. Crab 
had brought a new pair of shoes, new shawl, 
cloth for new dress, three pairs of good warm 
stockings, besides a number of other articles 
and, best of all, good news — Dr. Jones wanted 
a housekeeper. Mr. Burley was to see Dr. 
J ones and see if he could get the place for Mrs. 
Card. Mrs. Crab told Mrs. Card to get every- 
thing ready, for the doctor was liable to come 
any day. ^Tf you get that place yoiidl not have 
to work as you did for Deacon Allen, for noth- 
ing.” 

It was Sunday morning, the third Sunday 
Deacon Allen and wife had started for church, 
when nearing the big hill just below Mrs. 
Eaton’s, who should they meet but Dr. Jones. 
The deacon said to his wife : ^^Who’s sick up 
the north road? Dr. Jones’s going that way. 
Must be some one sick.” 

^^Have you heard from Mrs. Card since she 
left here ?” inquired the deacon’s wife. ^^Do 
you know where she was going when she left 
us ?” 

suppose to Mrs. Eaton’s. She went that 
way. If I see the doctor when he comes back 
I’ll find out if it's any one up there.” 

Just as Deacon Allen was driving into Ocelia 
who should pass him but Dr. Jones, who was 
driving a good and lively gait. Deacon Allen 
was somewhat surprised to see Mrs. Card riding: 


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with the doctor, and said to his wife : ^^Mrs. 
Card must be going to Dr. Jones’ to do house 
work, as he’s no one to do his work.” 

‘‘Splendid place,” said Mrs. Allen. “Dr. 
Jones’s a fine man, always kind and good to the 
poor.” 

Deacon Allen and Eosie had been married 
some three weeks. Little Mary was getting un- 
easy and teasing Mr. Burley to take her home. 
Finally Mr. Burley said he would take Alice 
and Mary up to the farm Friday morning. Mr. 
Burley told Alice she had better return with 
him ; Alice was thinking of staying a few days 
for a little visit. Mr. Burley said he didn’t 
think Deacon Allen wanted much company. 
“He’s a dreadful close man or he’d never have 
sent Mrs. Card away this cold weather after 
doing his work for five years.” 

“■^y, papa, I think that was cruel !” 

“She’s got a good place now,” said Mr. Bur- 
ley. “I saw the doctor and told him all about 
the old lady. He said he would look after her 
at once before she got a place.” 

“How fortunate the doctor was in getting 
such a nice old lady,” said Alice. “It’s much 
better for the doctor to have a housekeeper than 
to be boarding around, besides Mrs. Card is 
such a nice old lady.” 

About that time Mr. Burley reined up at 
Deacon Allen’s door. Little Mary was the first 


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one out of the wagon and also first one in the 
house. 

Rosie had her dinner all ready on the table. 
Little Mary was overjoyed to get up on the 
farm and see her mother and ^^papa/’ as she 
called the deacon. 

^^Glad to see my little girl home/’ said the 
deacon. 

Mr. Burley and Alice stayed until nearly 
dark^ when Alice spoke about going. Rosie 
urged her to stay a few days and make a visit. 

^^Yes,” said the deacon, ^Sve should enjoy a 
visit so much. Do stay.’^ 

Alice thanked him and said: had better 

go with father, as mother’s not feeling quite 
well. I’ll come up some other time for a visit.” 

When Mr. Burley and Alice had got well on 
their way towards home Mr. Burley said to 
Alice : fear Deacon Allen is too close to care 

for that child as his own.” 

^^Why, papa, he seems to think everything of 
her now.” 

^^Yes, he does. I hope he’ll continue to,” 
said Mr. Burley. 

^^She’s a very bright, active child ; makes me 
think of her father,” said Alice. ^^She had that 
frank, open-hearted way, besides she looks as 
he did.” 

^Wery handsome child,” said Mr. Burley, 
hope she’ll have a happy home.” 


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^^Kosie seems happy in her new home ; or, at 
least, her old home,” said Alice. 

^^This is the honeymoon,” said Burley. 
^Tive or ten years will tell the story.” 

^^Why, papa, donT you think Deacon Alienas 
a good man ?” 

Alice, I can’t judge men and women. I 
fear I should not judge aright. I’ll leave that 
to one that’s higher than I ; He knows all hearts 
and will judge aright.” 

^^Papa, I can’t think he done right by Mrs. 
Card. It was a cruel thing to turn her out after 
working for him for five years. I don’t see 
how he could do such a wicked deed.” 

Alice had been so busy talking with her 
father she had scarcely noticed that they were 
already at the door. Alice alighted from the 
carriage, ran up the front steps with light elas- 
tic step; her cheeks were all aglow with health 
and beauty. As she entered the sitting-room 
she learned she had company. Augustus Ellis 
had been there fully two hours. She threw off 
her wraps in a hurry, took her seat beside 
Augustus, where they were chatting in a gay 
and happy mood. 

Augustus’ visits were becoming quite fre- 
quent. It was generally thought that Alice and 
Augustus were to be married the next fall, it 
being a true love match. 


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CHAPTER XIL 
DR. Jones'’ horse stolen. 

Early in the spring, when it was yet cold, 
the people in and around Ocelia were greatly 
excited to learn that during the previous night 
there had been two horses stolen — one being Dr. 
Jones’, the other belonged to a Mr. Moore. 

The doctor and Mr. Moore were anxious to 
find their horses and also apprehend the thieves 
if possible. 

It was soon learned that they had passed 
Dyer’s store and were journeying towards 
Peakskills, en route for the land of steady hab- 
its. The officers were soon on their tracks and 
fast pursuing them. Dr. elones and Mr. Moore 
were following close by, getting what informa- 
tion they could. The officers were on close pur- 
suit until they reached Hartford. Then they 
lost all hopes of securing their horses or the 
thieves. 

They were in Hartford a number of days, 
looking in all parts of the city. Finally the 
ofiicers said: ^^As we have no luck in finding 
the desperadoes, we might as well return to 


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Ocelia/’ So they started on their homeward 
trail. 

Dr. Jones said to Mr. Moore: ^WVre a long 
ways from home. It’s all of no good. I’ve 
been thinking we might as well keep on a piece 
down the Connecticut Eiver. I’ve not been 
there in years, and should like to see the place 
once more. Who knows we might run on our 
horses down there.” 

So it was decided that Dr. Jones and Mr. 
Moore should keep on down the river. They 
hurried on until they arrived at Mr. Hall’s, on 
the following day about sunset. Mr. Hall was 
an old friend of the doctor’s. He had known 
liim from boyhood up. 

As I was saying, they arrived at Mr. Hall’s 
about sunset. Mr. Hall had just returned from 
the barn, so as to meet the doctor at the gate. 
Mr. Hall was surprised as well as pleased to 
see the doctor and remarked : ^^Haven’t you got 
lost. Dr. Jones ?” 

^^Hot in the least,” said the doctor. ^^Mako 
you acquainted with my friend, Mr. Moore.” 

By that time Mr. Hall had led the way into 
the house and remarked : ^^Doctor, you’ve 
changed much since I saw you last.” 

^Wes,” replied the doctor, ^^changes come in 
spite of us ; some good, some bad. I’ve learned 
from experience we’ve no control over circum- 
stances. I had no thought of coming here 
when I left home. We came looking for our 


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horses, which were stolen from our barn last 
Sunday night. We traced them as far as Hart- 
ford. There we lost all trace of them. I said 
to Mr. Moore, ^ We’ll keep on down the river.’ 
So you see, Mr. Hall, we’ve brought up here 
and are booked for the night.” 

^^That was the right thing to do, doctor.” 

^^Let’s see, Mr. Hall,” said the doctor, ^4t’s 
been eight years since I was here. I suppose 
there’s been great changes ?” 

^Wes,” said Mr. Hall, ^^some have died, some 
have moved away — ^you don’t know scarcely 
any of the people in the neighborhood.” 

^^Can you tell me what Harry Arnold’s do- 
ing ? I should like to see him.” 

^^He went out to Lake Erie to his uncle’s 
and concluded to stay. I hear he’s bought a 
large tract of land out there and is doing well. 
I suppose you have a large practice, doctor?” 
said Mr. Hall. 

^^Yes,” said the doctor, ^H’ve a good busi- 
ness.” 

see by the paper you’ve lost your wife — 
thrown from a carriage and hurt.” 

^Wes,” said the doctor, ^^only lived two weeks 
after the accident.” 

^^Sad affair,” said Mr. Moore. 

'Hlave you seen any strange horses passing?” 
said the doctor to Mr. Hall. 

^^No, doctor; there’s a stable kept about a 


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mile from here; might drive up there in the 
morning and take a look/’ added Mr. Hall. 

don’t believe it’s of any use/’ said Mr. 
Moore. 

“I think the horses are in Hartford yet.” 

‘Tt’ll do no harm to look around/’ added 
Mr. Hall. 

^^We’ll drive up there in the morning/’ said 
the doctor. ^^By the way, Mr. Hall, what’s 
become of the Long family ?” 

^^All broken up, doctor. The father died two 
years ago, the son married Deacon Boss’ daugh- 
ter, Susannah ; gone out West to live. Martha’s 
teaching our school. Splendid teacher — a dread- 
fully nice girl. She took lots of care of her 
father when he was sick.” 

^^Does she keep house at the old homestead ?” 
inquired the doctor. 

^^Oh, no,” added Mr. Hall, ^Hhat’s all sold 
out. The people were somewhat surprised when 
the old man died. Why, he had ten thousand 
dollars in the bank and gave it all to Martha.” 

^^Nice little sum,” said the doctor. 

^^Yes ; then she had the farm, which she 
sold for six thousand dollars. Martha gave her 
brother eight thousand and said : ^Eight’s 
enough for me.’ She wanted her brother to 
have just as much as she had.” 

^TLow generous,” said the doctor. 

^^She practices the Golden Rule,” added Mr. 
Hall. 


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Next morning Dr. Jones said he would look 
around a little and then drive up to the stable 
and see what’s there. Mr. Moore said he 
wanted to get started towards home soon as pos- 
sible. 

It was near nine o’clock when they arrived 
at the stable and found Mr. Sims in charge of 
the stable, who seemed to be a very congenial 
man. The doctor soon told his business and 
that they were looking for two horses that were 
stolen from their barns in Ocelia. Mr. Sims 
said: ^^Walk right this way. I’ve two horses 
that were put up here day before yesterday by 
two strange men who inquired for Sham Town 
and said they would call for the horses in a few 
days.” 

By that time Mr. Moore had his horse out of 
the stall. Dr. Jones exclaimed: ^Tor God’s 
sake, here’s our horses.” 

They were not long in making arrangements 
to take their horses back to Mr. Hall’s; not, 
however, until papers were filed ready to ap- 
prehend the thieves if they should call for the 
horses. 

The finding of the horses in Mr. Sims’ barn 
was a theme of considerable comment, although 
no one thought Mr. Sims blamable, as he had 
always bore a good reputation. None could 
think him otherwise. 

After securing their horses Mr. Moore said: 
^^We’re all ready to start for home.” 


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Dr. Jones said: a friend I want to see, 

then I’ll be ready for home.” 

The doctor walked away towards the school- 
house. When he arrived at the door the chil- 
dren were rushing out from the school room. 
It was just twelve o’clock. He gave a soft rap. 
By that time he stood face to face with Martha 
Long. The doctor put out his hand and said: 
‘^Martha, do you know your old friend ?” 

She replied: ^Wes, James, I should have 
known you anywhere.” 

She seemed somewhat embarrassed, for she 
was standing face to face to the man that she 
had loved better than her own life. A sad ex- 
pression came over her face as she said: ^^Will 
you walk into the school-room ? I was not 
thinking of seeing you to-day.” 

Dr. Jones stayed one hour talking over by- 
gone days. Just as the bell was ringing for one 
o’clock Dr. Jones was seen on his way to Mr. 
Hall’s. 

After having a warm dinner at Mr. Hall’s 
the doctor and Mr. Moore started for home. 
Three days later they arrived home. The peo- 
ple in Ocelia were much surprised to know that 
the horses were found and wanted to hear how 
and where. After talking it over and over each 
and every one settled down to business. Mr. 
Burley said he thought it done Dr. Jones good 
taking a little trip off. He seemed more inter- 
ested in his business. Mrs. Card always had 


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good warm meals, besides keeping a good tidy 
house, which is essential to make a home cheer- 
ful. Mrs. Card said she had never had such a 
home before, and how thankful she was ! 
was just forty years ago to-day Jinks and I 
were married. I had a pleasant home for the 
first five years,’’ said Mrs. Card, ^^but then 
Jinks commenced visiting the rum shop and 
then came misery and poverty. He never left 
the house but what I was in perfect fear, think- 
ing he might return intoxicated. Ho one knows 
how much I suffered. I’ll not dwell on those 
dark days, it makes me unhappy when I think 
of them. My days are fast gliding away. I 
hope and trust I shall find a place of rest be- 
yond earth’s sorrows. There’s one thing to 
cheer us — when all earthly hopes hath failed 
we flee to God above, who hears our prayers 
and loveth us more than earthly parents love 
their children.” 


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CHAPTER XIII. 

MAKING MAPLE SUGAR. 

It was in March, Mr. Burley and hired man 
were busy making maple sugar. You, my 
friends, whoN^e not seen a sugar bush have 
missed a most charming sight. My friends, you 
would be surprised to know the process of mak- 
ing maple sugar. As one passes through the 
sugar bush he sees the bucket hanging on every 
tree. Those buckets hold the sap that flows 
from the trees, then it is carried to a convenient 
place where it is boiled down to syrup. Then 
it is taken to a sugar-house, where it is boiled 
or evaporated into sugar, then poured into pans 
to cool in large cakes. It’s not an unusual sight 
to see a large party of young people assembled 
at the sugar bush for a day’s frolic and eating 
sugar, having a good time in general. The 
young people enjoy those parties very much. 
Mr. Burley and Alice were anxious to get 
through making sugar. Charles was expected 
home with his wife. He had finished his col- 
lege course and also his studies at the law school 
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practice law. Tie had lately been married to 
the most beautiful and accomplished Susannah 
Ellis, only daughter of Judge Ellis of Bingo. 
She was a lovely girl, worthy of his love, and 
suited to his high station in life. They were 
quietly married in traveling costumes and im- 
mediately started for Rochester, where they 
were to spend their honeymoon with relatives 
and friends. Charles had thought of making 
his home in Rochester, yet had not fully de- 
cided as yet. Alice and her mother was busy 
around the house and putting things in order 
while the hired girl done the washing and scrub- 
bing. Mrs. Wilson was doing the cooking. 

Saturday dawned beautiful and bright. 
Everything was ready to welcome the bride and 
groom. Saturday was a day of anxious watch- 
ing and waiting. Just as the sun was sinking 
behind the western hills Charles and the bride 
drove up to the Burley mansion. Every one 
seemed happy. The Burley family was well 
pleased with Charles’ choice. 

Charles and his bride made a brief visit of 
one week, then returned to Rochester, where 
he had decided to locate in business. The firm’s 
name was Burley & Ellis, Law Eirm. Augus- 
tus had been practicing law at Bingo, but now 
was to locate at Rochester, entering into co- 
partnership with Charles Burley. It was well 
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ried the following autumn, and make their 
home in Rochester. 

I remember well the day Charles and the 
bride started for Rochester. It was the last 
day of April; the fields were brightening with 
the upspringing verdure; the hills and woods 
were glad in the smiling sunlight; the earth 
was beautiful ; the heavens glorious. The Bur- 
leys had enjoyed Charles’ visit and now that 
he had started out on life’s highway to struggle 
and strive for position and fame, it left an ach- 
ing void in the parents’ hearts. 

Just at the right of the Burley home stood a 
pleasant little cottage, its only occupant being 
an elderly lady who was somewhat eccentric. 
Some said she had been crossed in love. Be 
that as it may, she was a kind-hearted old lady, 
ready to help others, reaching out a well-filled 
hand to the poor and needy. She had always 
lived in the little cottage — it was where her 
parents had lived before her. She being their 
only child, inherited her father’s wealth, which 
was all sufiicient for her wants. 

It was a beautiful May evening, the sun had 
cast its bright rays o’er hill and plain. Every- 
thing was hushed into silence as evening spread 
her sombre mantle o’er hill and dale. 

Miss Amy sat silently watching the fire-flies 
as they flitted through the air. She had not 
lighted her candle, but sat looking out of the 
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also of her lost youth. All of a sudden there 
was a loud rap at the door. She immediately 
opened it and, to her surprise, there was no one 
to be seen. As she looked around her eyes 
were attracted to a large basket. She laugh- 
ingly said, ^^May basket,’’ at the same time ex- 
amined it and to her surprise she found it con- 
tained a baby, a w^ell-developed male child. She 
ran to the Burley’s house to tell the news. Mrs. 
Burley, Alice and the whole household returned 
with Miss Amy. All were surprised to see a 
baby in a May basket, a real baby. After tak- 
ing the baby from the basket it was found to 
contain little pink and white frocks with pink 
and white caps to match. In fact, everything 
that was necessary for the comfort of a baby, a 
nursing bottle included. A card was pinned to 
the baby’s dress with the following instructions : 
^^Call the baby Eddie. You will find money 
in the basket to pay for its care. You’ll love 
the baby as you’ve no one else to love,” 

Mrs. Burley was the first one to speak by 
asking Miss Amy what she thought of the baby. 
Miss Amy replied : don’t know what it 

means and why a baby should be left at my door 
as I know nothing about taking care of a child. 

I can’t send it a\vay, I’m not too old to learn. 

I will see what I can do. It is a handsome 
baby.” 

^^Yes,” replied Mrs. Burley, at the same time 
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late.’^ So saying got up and started. Alice 
told Miss Amy she should stay all night and 
help take care of the baby. Miss Amy thought 
as she had a nursing bottle and plenty of milk 
there would be no trouble. Alice returned with 
her mother, leaving Miss Amy all alone with 
the baby. She seemed to enjoy the thoughts of 
being left alone with the child. 

Next morning at an early hour Mrs. Burley 
and Alice were over to see Miss Amy and to 
know how she got along with the baby through 
the night. Miss Amy said she had never felt 
so tender towards anything as she did that baby 
when she thought of the mother forsaking her 
baby. She couldn’t help crying. Miss Amy 
sat up most of the night looking at the baby, 
but finally concluded to lay down, hoping to get 
a little sleep. She caught two or three short 
naps. Miss Amy said she wished Dr. Jones 
could see the baby, for he might know of some 
small baby in the neighborhood. 

Mrs. Burley told Miss Amy she would have 
all the callers she would want when it was 
known she had a May basket with a baby in it. 
^^You’ll have to have a cradle,” remarked Mrs. 
Burley. 

^That’s so,” said Miss Amy. 

^T’ve an old-fashioned one up-garret,” said 
Mrs. Burley. ^^All my children have been 
rocked in it. It’s a good cradle now. I’ll have 
Mr. Burley bring it over.” 


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About noon Mr. Burley was carrying the 
cradle when a neighbor saw him and remarked : 
^^What are you doing with that cradle, Mr. 
Burley 

^^Miss Amy’s had a May basket last night; 
baby in it.” 

^^Why, Mr. Burley, can it be possible?” 

^^Yes,” replied Mr. Burley. think the old 
lady is proud of it. Come, John, help me in 
with the cradle. You’ll want to see the baby.” 

John took hold of one end of the cradle and 
helped carry it in, where he had a good chance 
to see the baby. 

Before the following week had passed nearly 
everybody had seen the baby. Even Dr. Jones 
had seen it. Yet none were any the wiser. 

Some four months later, on a bright day in 
September, Miss Amy sat rocking while the 
baby was sleeping, and she remarked: ^^How 
lonesome I’d be without the baby !” 

It was some four or five months and Miss 
Amy found it a great deal of company; besides 
she had learned to love it very much. She de- 
voted most of her time to its care. The baby 
grew to be a noble looking child. Miss Amy 
began to look upon it as her own. 

One day a fine-looking carriage with a pair of 
dapple gray horses reined up at the door. A 
fine-looking man of sixty alighted and assisted 
a young lady from the carriage. Soon he was 
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the door and saw they were strangers ; however 
she invited them into the house, where she 
seated them in the east great room, Avhere the 
following conversation ensued: 

^^Miss Amy, youVe a child. W^e have come 
to see it.^’ 

She immediately left the room and returned 
with the child dressed in one of its little pink 
frocks and a white cap trimmed with pink 
bows. I tell you it was a handsome child. Its 
little eyes were as black as black could be — 
fairly sparkled. Its brow was one that showed 
wit and intelligence. One could see there was 
aristocratic blood flowing in its veins. It 
wasn’t to be wondered at that Miss Amy loved 
the baby. It was a child every one would love 
who loved children. 

When Miss Amy came into the room the 
young woman put out her hands and exclaimed : 
^Tapa, isn’t it a beauty? My own darling 
baby!” 

^^Hush, Annie, this is no place to show your 
affections.” 

^^But, papa, I can never leave it. Please let 
me take it home.” 

The gentleman shook his head while the 
young lady was weeping. ^^Dear papa, to think 
of strangers loving and caring for my dear baby 
when my own heart is breaking for it. I love 
it better than my own life.” 

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down close to Miss Amy, as much as to say, 
don’t know you.” 

Finally the gentleman said: ^^This is the 
mother of the child. She’ll come for it some 
time. However, you’ll be well paid for the 
good care you are giving it.” 

It was just then Miss Amy said: ^‘You are 
strangers to me. How will I know this young 
woman is its mother ? I’ve had the baby some 
four months and am much attached to it ?” 

^^Yes,” said the gentleman. see you are.” 

Miss Amy remarked: ^Tt seems there is a 
great mystery about the child?” 

^^That is so. Miss Amy, but there’s a day 
coming when all will be explained.” 

^^Yes, papa, and I shall claim my darling 
child.” 

She then made some inquiry about the clothes 
and finally said she would send some clothes in 
a week or two. So saying they left the house, 
but not until they had cautioned Miss Amy in 
regards to their secret. 

^^The father shall never have that child,” said 
the old gentleman. ^^Though he may plot and 
plan when you are free, Annie, you hold the 
baby. So you see we’ll soon take the child to 
our own home. There’s no law that’ll take it 
from you when you are once freed from the 
father who’s not worthy of the child.” 


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CHAPTEK XIV. 

LITTLE MARY AT GREEN LAKE SCHOOL. 

The Green Lake School-house was located 
one-half mile south of Green Lake. It was a 
pleasant and picturesque spot. The school- 
house was of a quaint old style nestled down 
just under the brow of a hill, with large oaks 
spreading their ample branches, making a de- 
lightful shade as they were moved by the gen- 
tle breeze. Birds were singing their sweetest 
songs, as much as to say, ^^Xone are so happy as 
we.^^ 

The grove was where the children delighted 
to romp and play and they took great delight 
in decorating their heads with holly and other 
wild shrubs, sometimes using wild roses and 
honeysuckle. 

Those days were days of happiness. Who of 
you, my friends, can look back on happy school 
days, the most blessed and happiest days of 
your life ? 

The Green Lake School was quite a large 
school for a country school. In winter it regis- 
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of the boys were obliged to stay home and work 
on the farms during the summer months. Chil- 
dren were trained to work in those days; the 
parents did not think it profitable to have a 
drone in the family. It was at this school little 
Mary Anna Fitzgerald Hull was a pupil. How 
changed in eighteen months ! She came to 
Deacon Allen’s a gay and happy child, eight 
years old. It was then her mother married 
Deacon Allen and came with Mary to live on 
the farm. The first few months Mary was very 
happy. Then Deacon Allen commenced talk- 
ing of the expense to bring up children, and 
that Mary was large enough to go out to ser- 
vice. Mrs. Allen said she couldn’t get along 
without Mary to help care for the baby; be- 
sides, she didn’t want Mary working out. Mrs. 
Allen’s health was poor; she couldn’t think of 
Mary going away from home. 

^^She goes to school all the time,” said Dea- 
con Allen. 

^^Yes,” replied Mrs. Allen, she’s up 

every morning by five o’clock and helps me 
until half-past eight before going to school.”| 

^^That’s all very well,” said the deacon, ^%it 
if she was working out she would get her 
board and a little something besides. I don’t 
think it’s doing her much good going to school. 
You see she’s thrown in company with a lot 
of vain girls who don’t seem to think of noth- 
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care for the salvation of their souls. Mary^s 
getting almost as vain as they are.’’ 

^^Why, Giles/’ replied Mrs. Allen, can’t 
see as she’s done anything wrong.” 

^Won can’t see her faults,” said the deacon. 
^^She’s too large a girl to be walking to school 
with Will Lamb.” 

^^Giles, I can’t see any harm in her walking 
with Will. He goes by here every day to and 
from school. Mary has to go the same road. 
Will’s a good moral boy, a good principled 
boy,” said Mrs. Allen. 

^AVliat’s good morals without a change of 
heart? He’s never had a change,” added the 
deacon. ^Wain and worldly!” 

Just then Mary entered the room. Mrs. 
Allen said : ^ Aly heart aches for my poor child. 
I know she’s not happy; has looked sad ever 
since Deacon Allen gave her such a talking to 
last Friday.” 

Will Lamb was the youngest of John Lamb’s 
boys. He always passed Deacon Allen’s when 
on his way to school. Will was a boy of twelve 
at that time and a favorite with the school chil- 
dren. He was a well looking boy with more 
than ordinary intellect. He was the little boy 
Mary had singled out as a friend. She had 
often told him her troubles while walking to 
and from the school. 

It was on one bright June morning, when the 
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was still wet with rain, Will Lamb was on his 
way to school. As he cast his eyes around and 
saw every shrub and tree wet with rain he said 
to himself: guess Mother Nature^s had a 

good cry.^’ ^ 

As he came near the deacon’s he saw Mary 
coming from the spring with two pails of water, 
so he hurried along and caught up with her and 
remarked: ^^Mary, I’ll take your pails. What 
are you crying for ?” 

Mary could scarcely speak ; her face was wet 
with tears. She finally wiped her face and 
said: ^Tapa Allen’s scolding me most of the 
time when I’m at home.” 

‘T hope you don’t cry about that,” said Will, 
wouldn’t cry if he didn’t pull my hair 
and pinch my ears. I can’t help crying when 
he hurts me so.” 

^^Why, Mary, tell your mother.” 

did tell her the other day. The deacon 
said I was a lying little trollop, that he didn’t 
hurt me, only shook me a little. You see my 
shoulder is lame where he shook me the other 
day. My mother seems to think Deacon Allen’s 
almost perfect; believes everything he says.” 

think it’s a shame for Deacon Allen to 
abuse you so for nothing. I believe I’d run 
away,” said Will. 

^^Where should I go?” 

^^You couldn’t get a worse place,” said Will. 

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should leave her. She cries every time she 
hears him scold me. She’s sick and don’t know 
how he pulls my hair. When I tell her he de- 
nies it all.” 

About that time Will flew into a rage and 
exclaimed: ^^When I get’s big as a man he 
won’t dare to abuse you. Let’s see, Mary, it’s 
two weeks from Friday school’s out.” 

^T’m sorry,” said Mary, ^^for then I’ll have 
to stay at home all the time. Will, have you 
seen my play-house under the willow ?” 

^^Who made it?” said Will. 

made it. You know the deacon’t been 
pulling stumps up back of the barn, so when 
he went to Ocelia tlie other day I went up and 
got two or three and carried them down under 
the willow, and got some boards and laid across 
them. It’s a nice seat. I’ll study my lessons 
down there this summer.” 

^T’ll stop and see it going home to-night,” 
remarked Will. 

The school closed at half-past three. Little 
Mary came bounding out the door as happy as 
she could be. She had left off head of her class 
and held in her fingers a handsome picture as 
reward of merit. She and Will hurried along 
towards Mary play-house down by the spring. 
Mary ran ahead and sat down on one end of 
the board, calling to Will to take a seat. When 
he caught up she moved along and made room 
for him on the other side. Will, laughing, said : 


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a splendid place to study if Deacon Allen 
don’t find it out” 

^^He’s always peeking around/’ said Mary. 

can’t study in the house if he sees me. He’ll 
tell me to get up and go to work.” 

^^What would he say if the work was all 
done?” 

^^He would send me outdoors to work.” 

^WTiy, Mary, he’s a perfect old brute. I’d 
not though him so mean, and a deacon, too !” 

^^He’s always talking to others about their 
sins. I guess he’ll have his share to answer 
for,” said Mary. ^Tle was finding fault with 
my mother the other day and made her cry.” 

^^Mary, just look and see the willow, the 
branches and drooping near the ground, and 
look at the oak with the ivy clinging to its 
branches. I think it looks splendid. You 
couldn’t have found a nicer place to study.” 

^^Will, come and see the spring.” 

^^Mary, this is the handsomest spot of all.” 

About that time a little speckled fish darted 
from one side of the spring to the other. How 
cool the water looked as it came bubbling up 
through the sand. Will, laughing, said: ^^Here’s 
a looking-glass. Comb your hair, Mary. Put 
some ferns in one side.” 

must go to the house,” said Mary, ^^or 
Deacon Allen will comb my hair with his 
fingers.” 


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^^Why, Mary, I think it’s awful for Deacon 
Allen to pull your hair.” 

guess you’d think so if you’d seen him 
some times.” 

Just then she started and ran towards the 
house. Will looked after her and exclaimed: 
^‘Mary, can’t I bring my books over and study 
with you some day ?” 

She hurried on, not saying a word but bowed 
her head yes, and ran into the house while Will 
hurried towards home. 


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CHAPTEK XV. 

DR. JONES WOOES HIS FIRST LOVE. 

It had been two years since Dr. Jones’ 
wife died. He still lived in Ocelia and had a 
large practice — prospered as he had never done 
before. 

How often his mind wandered back to the 
scenes of his boyhood days. The time when 
he was happy while loving Martha Long, who 
was all and all to him. Many were the times 
he said to himself, ^^I’ll go and see Martha. 
Oh, that I could hear from her own lips that 
she still loved me and was to be my guiding 
star! How unjust and cruel it was in me to 
leave her and marry another! How can she 
forgive and love me as of yore. I feel like one 
who’s paid the penalty of a great crime. None 
but my Maker knows what I’ve suffered, and 
all for one misstep. Many have been misled 
and lived a life of regrets.” And so it was with 
Dr. Jones. The young must learn from ex- 
perience, though often a hard school it is. 

As Dr. Jones was sitting in his office think- 
ing of the past he said to himself: ^H’ll see 


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Martha Long and know if she retains one ten- 
der thought for me. If so, I’ll devote my life 
to her happiness.” 

It was Thursday evening. Dr. J ones said to 
Mrs. Card: ^T’m going away and shall be gone 
a few days. Jack will stay with you and do 
the chores. I want an early breakfast. Shall 
go in the stage to-morrow morning.” 

Mrs. Card was up at an early hour and had 
breakfast ready, not forgetting a nice warm 
steak, which the doctor was very fond of. 

When the stage arrived at seven Dr. Jones 
was ready for his departure and soon was on 
his way to Moodus, where he expected to meet 
the object of his cherished hopes. 

After the doctor’s departure there was some 
considerable speculation as to the doctor’s busi- 
ness. Some said he had gone to see a former 
sweetheart; others said it couldn’t be so, for 
he started on Friday, which was an unlucky 
day, especially in love affairs. However, none 
were any wiser in regards to Dr. J ones’ visit. 

Monday about noon as Mr. Hull and two 
hired men were leaving the corn field for din- 
ner, who should they meet but Dr. Jones, who 
had just arrived. Mr. Hall met the doctor at 
the front door and said: ^^How do you do. Dr. 
J ones. I’m glad to see you. Hope you are not 
looking for horse-thieves to-day?” 

^‘No horse-thieves to-day, Mr. Hall. Thought 


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I’d come around and see if you were in need 
of a doctor. If so, I’m at your service.” 

^ ^Doctor, we are all well at present and hope 
to find you the same.” 

assure you, Mr. Hall, I never felt better.” 

^^Doctor, if you are looking for patients, you 
had better go up to Mrs. Climes’. She has a 
boarder, Miss Long. I think she’s looked sad 
ever since you was here two years ago. ISTever 
mind, doctor, we’ll have some dinner; then, 
doctor, if you want to see Martha I’ve no ob- 
jections.” 

After dinner Mr. Hall showed the doctor 
around his farm, which was in a high state of 
cultivation. As they were walking slowly 
through the orchard Dr. J ones inquired if Mar- 
tha Long still boarded with the widow Climes. 
Mr. Hall assured him that she was still board- 
ing there and remarked: ^Hr. Jones, I fear 
you’ve not done right by Martha. You see her 
brother coming home as he did changed her 
whole life.” 

^^Yes, Mr. Hall, I know it was so. I’ve al- 
ways felt condemned for believing what was 
told me in regards to her engagement. I ought 
to have known better. I’m older now, have 
learned from experience that we have to know 
a thing to believe it. I shall go and see Martha 
this very day.” 

It was June the first, the month of roses. 
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is the earth so beautiful, the air so fragrant, 
the sunbeams so golden and resplendent ? What 
gorgeous robes the trees put on — robes of green- 
est leaves and brightly tinted flowers ? Such is 
June in New England, hence it’s the most 
charming month of the year. 

More than two years had elapsed since Dr. 
Jones saw Martha Long at the school-house. 
Yet he had never ceased thinking of her, hop- 
ing and trusting the time would come when 
he should clasp her in his arms. He had loved 
her with his whole heart. Yet one misstep had 
separated them. Circumstances had placed him 
beside another and now that she was dead and 
gone, why should he hesitate to declare his love 
as of yore. Had he not repented the wrongs 
done Martha ? Why delay in declaring his love 
when she was all and all to him 

That very day Dr. Jones strolled across the 
meadow that led to the Cline mansion. Mrs. 
Cline lived at the old homestead some half a 
mile from the village. The house was an old- 
fashioned one with a gable roof and a big stone 
chimney. Just in front of the house was an 
apple tree in full blossom. There was no end 
to the rose bushes ; some had dimed to the eaves 
of the house while some of the more modest 
ones were blushing in the grass. Just back of 
the house were many large trees which made 
quite a grove. It was there the birds built 
their nests and reared their young. Where 


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could one find a more charming place at this 
season of the year? The air was filled with 
fragrance of flowers, while birds carroled on 
trees and shrubs. Why shouldn’t Martha Long 
be happy surrounded by friends? Yet there 
was a void. Her heart yearned for one whom 
she might confide in — tell her joys and sorrows. 
Such were the feelings of Martha Long the day 
Dr. Jones called at Mrs. Cline’s inquiring for 
Martha. 

As he sat waiting in the northeast room he 
inhaled the fragrance of flowers. His mind re- 
verted to the happy days he had passed with 
Martha, when all of a sudden the door was 
gently opened and Martha Long once more 
stood in Dr. Jones’ presence. He arose and 
proffered her a trembling hand and said : ^^Mar- 
tha, I’m very happy to meet you.” 

She bowed and said: James, I was just 
thinking of you.” 

^^It gives me unspeakable pleasure, Martha, 
or Matty, as I used to say, to know you gave me 
one thought” 

^^Why shouldn’t I ? Were you not a friend of 
my youth ?” 

^^Yes, Matty, I’m your friend to-day.” 

hope you are. People are so changeable, 
we scarcely know our friends.” 

Martha sat down near the window and com- 
menced chatting in a calm pleasant way. It 
would be impossible to tell all that was said; 


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but, reader, put yourself in his or her place, as 
the case may be, and think what you would say 
or do. Martha sat with downcast eyes, eager 
to devour every word that passed his lips. He 
could scarcely speak, her modest beauty so en- 
chanted him. So the hours w^ent by until Mrs. 
Cline came into the room and announced din- 
ner, saying: ^Wou must need refreshments,’^ 
so led the way to the dining-room, where all sat 
down to dinner and talked of the past and pres- 
ent, of the many changes that had taken place 
since Dr. Jones had lived in the neighborhood. 
After dinner the doctor invited Martha to walk. 
She readily consented. He said he would like 
to go down to the old homestead where Martha 
had lived in her early days. 

About two o’clock Martha was ready and 
waiting with her green calash in hand, ready 
for a strole. They walked along leisurely until 
they had passed the grove, coming in sight of 
the old home. As they neared the house it was 
plain to be seen it had been neglected, falling 
into decay for want of care. Martha said it 
made her sad to see the old place, for it re- 
minded her of the friends who had passed on, 
never to return. 

After looking around awhile it was decided 
to return to Mrs. Cline’s. They were walking 
side by side when they neared the grove back 
of Mrs. Cline’s house. All of a sudden they 
came to the big rock where they sat wore than 


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ten years ago. The doctor looked at the rock 
and remarked : ^^Martha, do you remember 
the rock?’’ 

She assured him she could not forget it. She 
had often visited it when alone and had sat 
upon it thinking of the past. James, you’ve 
ever been with me when I’ve visited this spot. 
AVe’ve sat together as we did years ago. I’ve 
almost felt your presence. I’m not a spiritual- 
ist. It must be something nearly approaching 
it to have brought you so vividly before my 
mind when visiting this rock, where I’ve rested 
and ruminated.” 

^T’ve been with you here often,” said the doc- 
tor, and in the meantime they had seated them- 
selves upon the rock where they sat so many 
years ago. The doctor was tlie first to speak, 
and said : ^^Martha, have you forgotten the time 
when we were betrothed ?” 

She sat with downcast eyes; tears were fall- 
ing. 

Dr. J ones fell upon his knees and exclaimed : 
^^Can you forgive the wrongs I’ve done you ? 
I’ve suffered. God only knows how much. Let 
me hear from your dear lips that I’m for- 
given!” 

She raised her eyes with a beseeching look 
and said: James, I forgave you long ago.” 

He clasped her hands and said: ^^The angel 
you are! How can I atone for the wrongs 


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yoiiVe suffered ? IVe always loved you as IVe 
never loved another.’^ 

^^That was a long time ago/’ said Martha. 

^^Can’t you find one spark of love left said 
the doctor. ^^Oh, that you will give me one 
cheering word that would give me hope.” 

Martha arose and said : ^^Let us return to the 
house; it’s getting damp.” As they were stroll- 
ing towards the house Martha spoke of the 
events that had transpired. The doctor didn’t 
hesitate to speak of his marriage with Almira 
Brown and his brief acquaintance previous to 
their marriage. At six o’clock they returned to 
Mrs. Cline’s house. The doctor then told Mar- 
tha his plans for the future. 

^^Martha, I shall write you, hoping the time’ll 
come when I can call you my own dear wife.” 

James, I’ll take time to consider before I 
consent to be your wife. Again, be assured 
you’ve ever been very dear to me. I’ve prayed 
for your happiness even when you were wedded 
to another. James, when you write I’ll surely 
answer your letters.” 

^^Oh, thanks !” said the doctor. ^T’m so happy 
knowing you have the same kind of heart. I 
leave here to-morrow morning and shall be on 
my way to Ocelia with bright hopes, waiting 
your answer.” 

It was thus Dr. Jones took his leave of Mar- 
tha Long. Three days later he arrived at Oce- 


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lia, taking np his daily round of business with 
a cheerful heart, looking forward to the time 
when he would be happily wedded to his first 
love, Martha Long. 


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CHAPTER XVL 

RETURN TO THE FARM. 

The season was most delightful. When was 
it more charming than July the first! Just the 
time to stroll around the farm where birds and 
flowers hold their sway. The air was filled 
with the fragrance of sweet briar. None need 
question why I journeyed onward to the farm, 
where I found Deacon Allen happy and pros- 
pering. 

It being a busy season of the year, when all 
the men were anxiously working in the hay 
field, I strolled along near the spring. I was 
somewhat surprised when I saw little Mary 
seated under the willow reading a favorite book 
of poems. She had a passion for poetry and 
would read for hours if not interrupted. As 
she sat ‘ there reading in one of her dreamy 
moods who should pass but Deacon Allen and 
Jim Lamb, coming from the meadow, where 
they had been mowing. The deacon was hur- 
rying along, yet he was looking in every little 
nook. Finally he spied Mary with her book 
and exclaimed : ^‘What are you doing here, you 
lazy thing?’’ 


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was reading/’ said Mary. 

^Wou’d better get up and go to work/’ said 
the deacon. 

^T’ve done all the work mamma wanted me 
to. She said I could come down here for a 
while.” 

The deacon looked at her with an ugly, sar- 
castic look and said: ^^All you think of is 
books. Start yourself for the house and get 
ready to help rake.” 

Mary threw up her hands and exclaimed: 
^^Oh, papa, I can’t; my hands are dreadfully 
sore where I raked yesterday. They are all 
blistered now.” 

‘A’^ou make a big fuss over small things,” 
said the deacon. 

Mary started for the house with an aching 
heart, thinking she would have to rake with 
blistered hands. AVlien she had reached the 
kitchen her mother inquired what the trouble 
was, as Mary was crying. 

By that time Deacon Allen spoke up and 
said: ^^She’s too lazy for anything. I believe 
she would sit all day under that willow, from 
morning till night, with a book in her hands 
just to get rid of work.” 

‘AVhy, Giles,” said Mrs. Allen, ^^she never 
refuses to work. She’s worked all the morn- 
ing; washed up the dishes, swept the floor, got 
the baby to sleep. I told her she could go out 
and read or play while the baby slept.” 


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The deacon looked somewhat excited and re- 
marked : ^^She can go and help rake this after- 
noon/’ At the same time he cast a look of 
hatred at Mary, telling her to pull off her shoes. 

don’t want them all scratched up. Shoes 
cost money. Precious little you earn. I can’t 
afford to take care of other people’s children for 
nothing.” 

About that time Mrs. Allen came up all ex- 
cited and trembling and said: ^^Giles, I don’t 
think you’re taking care of Mary. She does 
all she can to help. I buy all her clothes, even 
shoes. Besides, she owns a part of this farm. 
You say yourself it’s worth three thousand 
dollars. You are saving money every year.” 

^Y'^es,” said the deacon, ^^and I have to work 
for it.” 

^^We all have to work,” said Mrs. Allen. 

^^What’s a little housework to a man’s work ? 
Come, Mary, we’ll see what we can do down in 
the meadow. I don’t know but we may get a 
shower. Lots of hay down, so hurry along.” 

^^Giles, I should think you and Jim could 
get up the hay. Let Mary stay in the house. 
She’s not looking well to-day.” 

The deacon hurried towards the meadow, 
calling to Mary hurry or Jim’ll get the hay 
all raked before you get there.” 

Finally he came around near Mary and re- 
marked: ^^Take this rake. See what you can 


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do. I believe we’re going to get a shower. 
Hurry, hurry up !” 

Mary commenced raking and at the same 
time commenced crying. The rake hurt her 
hands so bad she couldn’t help crying. 

When four o’clock came the hay was nearly 
raked. Deacon Allen said: ^^This hay must be 
put into the barn. I’ll finish the raking while 
you hitch up the mare,” Jim. 

Jim started for the barn. The deacon hol- 
lowed: ^Tlurry, hurry, Mary! Don’t be fool- 
ing.” 

In the course of ten minutes Jim returned 
with horse and lumber wagon. The hay was 
all raked. Mary said : ^^Papa, can’t I go to the 
house ? I’m afraid when it thunders and light- 
ens.” 

^^Stay right ^yhere you are,” said the dea- 
con. ^^Take that rake and rake after the load.” 

^^Oh, papa, see that cloud. I’m awfully 
afraid.” 

^^That’s a warning to you — repent of your 
sins and you won’t be afraid.” 

Just then Jim spoke up and said: ^^Do let 
the child go to the house. I guess we can man- 
age the hay.” 

want her to mind when I tell her to do a 
thing.” 

Soon there was one load carried to the biirn 
and pitched from the wagon, then hurried back 
for a second load. By that time the wind w^o 


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blowing fiercely. The lightning was sharp. 
Mary would cry with fear every time it thun- 
dered. Finally the last load of hay was on its 
way to the barn. It had already commenced 
sprinkling. The deacon shouted : ^^Mary, hurry 
to the house or you’ll get wet.” 

The clouds were black; the rain commenced 
pouring. Before Mary could reach the door her 
clothes were completely wet through. When 
she had reached the kitchen she threw herself 
into a chair. It was not necessary for her to 
speak. Her mother could read a world of 
meaning. Her eyes were like a book of sor- 
row, every page blotted with tears. Mrs. Allen 
saw how pale and sad her child was looking 
and remarked: ^^Mary, why did you stay so 
long ?” 

The poor child tried to speak, but couldn’t — - 
commenced crying. 

The sight of Mary and her distress made 
Mrs. Allen wish she had never seen Deacon 
Allen. What could she do? She had a small 
child and poor health. The sight of Mary was 
enough to make her despise Deacon Allen. She 
immediately removed Mary’s wet clothes and 
put on dry ones instead. The mother tried in 
vain to comfort her child. Mary said but little 
and finally concluded to go to bed, as her head 
ached. Mrs. Allen was somewhat alarmed about 
Mary, fearing she might have taken cold, so 
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pennyroyal tea before going to bed, hoping she 
would be well by morning. 

The morning dawned bright and beautiful. 
Birds were singing at break of day from wood- 
land and lee. All nature seemed to rejoice. 
Even Deacon Allen seemed happy. The thought 
that he had secured his hay without being wet 
made him smile as he walked to the barn to do 
the chores. How different was everything in 
the house ! Mrs. Allen had slept but little dur- 
ing the night. Mary had been restless, rolling 
from one side of the bed to the other with a 
burning fever, sometimes wandering in her 
mind. 

At an early hour next morning Mrs. Allen 
said to Deacon Allen: shall send for Dr. 

Jones. 

Deacon Allen said: ^^There’s no need of a 
doctor. I can bleed her. Give her a little dose 
of salts and senna and she^ll be all right in a 
few days.’^ 

Mrs. Allen was determined to send for Dr. 
Jones and said to the deacon: ^^Giles, will you 
go to Ocelia for the doctor?’’ 

The deacon gave his wife an insignificant 
look and said: ‘T don’t see how I can. Jim 
Lamb’s coming to work to-day. I want to get 
my work along as fast as possible.” 

It was about sunrise when Jim came. Mrs. 
Allen was watching and waiting to see Jim 
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get Will to go for the doctor. When she had 
told Jim about Mary’s sickness, he replied: 
^^Certainly, I’ll run hack home and send Will. 
Is Mary very sick ?” 

fear she’s dangerously so. She’s had a 
high fever all night. Tell Will to hurry the 
doctor.” 

Jim soon returned, telling Mrs. Allen Will 
had gone. Mrs. Allen managed to get break- 
fast for the deacon and Jim, but was not able 
to eat a mouthful herself. Her heart and hands 
were full. 

About ten o’clock Dr. Jones arrived. He 
looked at Mary and made some inquiry, shook 
his head and said: ^^She’s a very sick child; 
taken a sudden cold, threatened with fever be- 
sides nervous prostration. I see her mind is 
wandering; acts as if she’s afraid. Has she 
been doing anything unusual to bring this on ?” 

^^Helped her father rake yesterday,” said 
Mrs. Allen, ^^and got caught in the shower.” 

fear she’s taken a sudden cold. She’s 
not strong enough to rake,” said the deacon. 
see her hands are all blistered. She must have 
the best of care, Mrs. Allen, or you’ll not raise 
her. This powder we give right away; the 
drops give every half hour. You need some one 
to help you, Mrs. Allen. Mary can’t be 
neglected.” 

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ley’s and see if Alice’ll come up for a few 
days 

give me pleasure/’ said the doctor, ^^to 
accommodate you. I think I had better come 
up again this afternoon.” 

Mrs. Allen devoted most of her time to the 
care of Mary through the day. 

At five o’clock Dr. Jones and Alice arrived 
at Deacon Allen’s. When Alice spoke Mrs. 
Allen burst into a flood of tears — her heart was 
more than full. She put her arms around 
Alice’s neck and exclaimed: ^^How very kind 
you are to come when I’m in such trouble! I 
shall never forget your kindness.” 

After Dr. Jones had made a thorough ex- 
amination he said : ^^Mary’s no worse ; not quite 
so much fever.” 

I had forgot to tell you, Will Lamb had been 
over to inquire about Mary after being told how 
sick she was. He started for home with a heavy 
heart, for he knew how unpleasant Mary’s 
home was. She had made him her confidant. 
He disliked Deacon Allen for his cruel treat- 
ment of Mary. He said to himself: ^T’l be 
glad if Mary ever gets away from that cruel 
man. I believe he’s the cause of her sickness. 
He’s a cruel man; do most anything for 
money.” 

Alice was at Deacon Allen’s three weeks; 
took all the care of Mary, besides helping Eosie 
about the work. After eight or ten days Mary 


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began sitting up a little. There was one little 
incident I want to relate. It was after Mary 
had been sitting up some few days that Alice 
couldn’t help looking at her, for she looked so 
calm and heavenly. All of a sudden she said: 
^TVe seen my father. The first night I was 
sick he came to me and said: ^Don’t cry, my 
little girl. I’ll stay with you.’ He was round 
my bed and called me his dear girl. Then I 
was not afraid.” 

Alice looked at Kosie and said: guess 

you were dreaming, Mary.” * 

^^No, I wasn’t,” said Mary. ^^He came 
every night; looked so pleasant and kind. He 
wouldn’t have called me his dear girl if it 
wasn’t he.” 

Alice said she thought Deacon Allen a dread- 
ful selfish man. Although he tried to make him- 
self very agreeable, often coming in and in- 
quiring after Mary, still there was one thing 
she didn’t understand — that Mary seemed 
afraid and commenced crying every time he 
came in sight. 

Mary had got quite well — sat up all day. The 
doctor advised a change of scene. So it was 
decided that she should go home with Alice, 
who was expecting her father Saturday. 

It was in the early twilight when he arrived. 
The day had been an exceedingly warm one. 
For that reason Mr. Burley had not hurried 
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around, like the little lambkins after being 
housed up for a time, when she saw Uncle Bur- 
ley coming. She hurried down the road to meet 
him, and climbed into the back of the wagon, 
threw her arms around her uncle’s neck and ex- 
claimed: ^T’m going home with you.’^ 

^^How do you know you are V’ said Mr. Bur- 
ley. 

^^Mamma and Miss Alice said so.’’ 

^^Deacon Allen can’t spare you,” said Mr. 
Burley. 

Mary looked far away while a tear stole down 
her cheek. 

Mr. Burley looked at her and remarked: 
^^Mary, where’s your bonnet and shawl. We’ll 
have to hurry, it’s getting late.” 

Mary was not long in adjusting her bonnet 
and shawl, and went bouncing into the wagon, 
after kissing her mother and the baby. Mary 
loved the baby— said she would be lonesome 
without it. shall want to see mamma and 
baby.” As she passed out of the door she 
dropped her head and remarked: ^^That’s all.” 

As Uncle Burley was driving along Mary 
chatted in her childish way — seemed happy 
talking about her visit. Sometimes she sang; 
sometimes repeated poetry. Alice said it did 
her good to see the child so happy. 

As they neared the Burley place Mr. Burley 
remarked : ^^Marj;, I’ll have to keep you for my 
girl.” 


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She threw up her hands and shouted, ^^Goody, 
goody, I’ll call you papa all the time.” 

When they arrived at the Burley home Mary 
went bounding into the house and threw her 
arms around Aunt Polly’s neck and said: ^‘I’m 
your girl.” 

Uncle Burley, laughing, said: guess so, 

if Deacon Allen don’t take you away from us.” 

Mary dropped her eyes and sat silent while 
Aunt Polly remarked: ^^Silas, don’t plague the 
child. Let her take all the comfort she can. 
Poor child, she’ll have all the care and trouble 
she can bear.” 

^^Care and trouble seems to be a legacy for 
some poor mortals,” added Mr. Burley. 

^^Little Mary has a better legacy,” said 
Aunt Polly. ^^She’s a sunny nature with a lov- 
ing heart; that’ll bring love and sunshine to 
her home.” 

^This is my home,” said Mary as she went 
bounding out the door to find the kittens. 


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CHAPTEK XVIL 

DR. JONES AT HOME. 

Ocelia was just as quiet as ever. Still the 
stage came rumbling into town every night 
and morning, just as it had for the last forty 
years. The men folks were in the habit of 
congregating around the post office to get their 
mail and hear the news. On the morning of 
August the first there seemed to be more than 
the usual number waiting for the stage. As it 
was some half an hour late some feared an acci- 
dent had happened. The stage-driver, as a 
rule, was always on time. However, the stage 
arrived. It being past the regular time, all 
huddled around the stage to hear the news. As 
the stage-driver cast his eyes on the crowd he 
remarked : ^^Sad news this morning. Great 
conflagration just over the Pennsylvania line. 
Judge Thomas’ place with all its contents de- 
stroyed — the judge himself burned to death. 
He went back into the house to secure some pa- 
pers, the roof fell in, so no help for him. Some 
one inquired who Judge Thomas w^as. None 
seemed to know him. The stage-driver finally 


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said: a retired judge and wealthy. He 

had one daughter, an only child. He and his 
daughter with a few servants lived alone. The 
daughter had been married, but didn^t live with 
the husband.’’ 

^^Sad thing to happen,” said Mr. Burley. 
^^What’s become of the daughter ?” 

^^That’s the saddest of all,” remarked the 
stage-driver. ^^She became a raving maniac, 
wrung her hands and wept continually, calling 
for her child. She seemed to think it was 
burned with her father. Some said she had 
no child; others said she had one that was 
boarded away from home, so as to keep it from 
her husband, who had threatened to take it from 
her; she was seeking a divorce. She raved for 
two days and finally threw herself into the 
river and was drowned. It was a great shock 
to all the neighborhood. No one thought of her 
committing the rash act.” 

The men folks continued to center around the 
post office, hoping to hear more of Judge 
Thomas and his daughter, also the cause of the 
fire. As Judge Thomas and daughter had 
passed on to the great beyond, none were left 
to tell their secrets. There’s many a secret 
that’s never been solved. The baby that was left 
at Miss Amy’s was one of those secrets, or mys- 
teries. The baby’s some two years old, yet 
none have solved the mystery. 

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around the stage with a mysterious look and re- 
marked: ^^Who knows but Miss Amy’s baby 
may be connected with Judge Thomas’s daugh- 
ter. At least it’s one of the secrets that’ll re- 
main to the end of time.” 

After a few days there was no more said 
about Judge Thomas and the fire. 

One morning while waiting for the stage Dr. 
Jones remarked: ^TIow soon people forget the 
misfortunes of others! As my business takes 
me into all grades of society, I find true hap- 
piness is a rare gem, and but few attain it.” 

Poor Mrs. Card seemed as happy as she 
could be. She could attend church every Sun- 
day, had good warm clothes to wear. She often 
said: ^^Dr. Jones is one of the best men I ever 
saw. He’s just had his house painted outside 
and furnished the parlor elegantly — looks fine. 
I never saw such a handsome set of china as 
he’s just bought. He brought it home Satur- 
day night — over a hundred pieces. He seems 
to take delight in having his home look nice.” 

Of course people would talk, and did, seeing 
the doctor fix up so much. Some were jealous. 
You know there’s always some jealous ones — 
feel envious to see a neighbor have things they 
can’t afford. It was generally thought Dr. 
Jones was about to marry Martha Long. Some 
said it would be a good match; others didn’t 
believe in marrying a second time. He had 
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with her at Mrs. Cline’s. Martha’s school had 
closed. The term was out and she was making 
preparations for a journey. Some said she was 
going out West, where her brother lived; some 
of the more knowing ones said she was going to 
marry Dr. Jones, while others thought she had 
taught school long enough and had plenty of 
money. She had always been fortunate in her 
investments. Her money had doubled and 
trebled. 

September the first was the time set for Dr. 
Jones’ vacation. He was to visit his old home 
at Moodus. He was somewhat weary waiting 
for the time to come when he should seek the 
object of his choice. Finally September came 
with its warm sunny days. The air was warm 
and balmy, the katydids sang their lonesome 
song, ^Tiatydid, Katydidn’t.” Also the cricket 
repeated its chirping. All nature seemed to 
rejoice as Dr. Jones started on his journey to 
Moodus. 

After passing one of the happiest weeks of 
his life he returned to Ocelia with his wife. 
None would wish to see a happier couple than 
Dr. Jones and his first love, Martha Long, who 
was his present wife. Martha seemed happy 
and contented. She was proud of Dr. Jones 
and to think he was all her own. 

Mrs. Card said: ^^Mrs. Jones is beautiful 
and a real lady. I hope she’ll give me a home. 
I sometimes fear I’ll have to find another.” 


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One day Mrs. Jones was passing Mrs. Card’s 
room. She thought she heard some one sobbing 
and rapped at the door. Mrs. Card said: 
^^Come in.” As she passed in, to her surprise 
she found poor old Mrs. Card crying and ex- 
claimed: ^^Why, Mrs. Card, what’s the matter 
with you?” 

Mrs. Card wiped her face and replied: 
was thinking where I would go if you don’t 
care for me to work.” 

^^Why, Mrs. Card, cheer up. I want you. 
The doctor was telling me only yesterday we 
couldn’t get along without you ; and, as for my- 
self, I want you all the time. Don’t give your- 
self any uneasiness. You’ll always have a home 
with us. The doctor says so ; we can’t get along 
without you, so cheer up.” 

Just then some one rapped at the front door. 
Mrs. Jones and Mrs. Card hurried down. Mrs. 
Burley had come over to congratulate the doc- 
tor and wife. Mrs. Burley had always taken 
great interest in Dr. Jones and was well pleased 
to see him so nicely situated. Alice called on 
Mrs. Jones and was delighted with her. They 
soon became warm friends. 

It was not long before the people ceased talk- 
ing about Dr. Jones’ wife. All agreed that she 
was agreeable and lovely. 

It was November; yes, golden autumn had 
nearly passed. The forest had not discarded 
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were dropping and the harvest moon cast her 
smiling countenance o’er saint and sinner alike. 
Little Mary was still at Uncle Burley’s. She 
had regained her health and had been attending 
school at Ocelia. She said not a word about 
returning home ; she saw her mother every 
week. Deacon Allen and his wife were at 
church every Sunday, where Mary had a chance 
to see her mother and baby. 

The spring came. Mary had attended the 
winter term of school, where she made great 
progress in her studies. She was one that only 
had to read her lesson to know it. It was a 
theme of comment — her ready knowledge of 
books. She was a large girl for a girl of ten. 

Deacon Allen said it was high time Mary 
came home — there were many things she could 
do on the farm to help along. He and his wife 
finally concluded to drive down to Ocelia and 
have Mary come home. Mrs. Allen longed to 
have her child home again. She loved her with 
a tender motherly love. Mrs. Allen was one of 
those kind of women who let every one do as 
they pleased. It was no use to oppose Deacon 
Allen. He had always had his way, regardless 
of other people’s ways. It was so in regard to 
Mary. He said she was a big, stout girl, capa- 
ble of doing lots of work. ^‘W^iat’s the differ- 
ence, working outdoors or indoors, as long as 
it saves hiring help ?” 

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her mother so. Mrs. Allen tried to have Mary 
please the deacon, so as to avoid strife and 
quarreling. Mary ran at every beck and call 
and tried all ways to please him. It was all of 
no use, for he seemed determined not to be 
pleased. Mary often said she would go back to 
Uncle Burley’s, where she didn’t have to work 
out-doors all the time. The deacon would fly 
into a rage when Mary said anything about 
going to Uncle Burley’s to live. She didn’t tell 
all her thoughts, however; she made up her 
mind not to work out doors all the time at 
manual labor. The deacon said it saved hiring 
a man. When the day’s work was done she 
would have to make a great effort to get to the 
house — she was so tired. Deacon Allen didn’t 
hesitate in striking her with the lash; she had 
carried the stripes for a week on her back and 
arms, yet her mother had never dreamed of 
such a thing. The deacon said all children had 
to have their wills broken so as to make them 
submissive to parents and guardians as well as 
God. 

It was the 15th of April. Deacon Allen 
started to go out to work. He said Mary wns 
doing nothing and could just as well go out and 
help. Mary hesitated and commenced crying. 
Her mother urged her, telling her to run along 
with papa. Mrs. Allen knew there would be a 
storm of words if Mary didn’t obey. Mrs. 
Allen was a very quiet woman, would do al- 


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most anything to have peace. Some said: 
^^She’s a milk and water woman or she could 
never get along with Deacon Allen.’’ Be that 
as it may, Mary went out with Deacon Allen. 
She never returned. It was dark before the 
deacon came to the house. Mrs. Allen had 
been worrying for some time, not knowing the 
cause of their absence. Finally the deacon 
came. Mrs. Allen was greatly alarmed when 
she found Mary had not returned. Deacon 
Allen gave her to understand he knew nothing 
of her whereabouts. Mrs. Allen was shocked — 
knew not what to say. She finally left little 
Sadie with her father and went outside the 
door and commenced calling ^^Mary!” When 
there was no response to her call she became 
almost frantic. Will Lamb was passing the 
house at the time and hearing Mrs. Allen’s call 
in such a frantic tone, he became alarmed and 
went into the house and found Deacon Allen 
sitting near the fire holding little Sadie. His 
face was pale — seemed somewhat agitated. Will 
inquired the cause of Mrs. Allen’s grief. When 
he had learned that Mary was not to be found 
he immediately started on a searching tour. 
When he had looked in every nook and corner, 
shouting at the height of his voice, ^^Mary! 
Mary !” and found there was no response to his 
call, his heart sank within him. He almost 
suspected Deacon Allen being the cause of all 
the trouble. 


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After searching in every conceivable place he 
returned to the house, only to find Mrs. Allen 
in hysterics. He hardly knew what to do for 
it was one o’clock and Mary was not found. 
He finally suggested going to Ocelia for Dr. 
Jones; besides, he wanted to make an alarm 
of Mary’s disappearance. Deacon Allen had 
almost lost his mind, seeing his wife in such a 
turmoil. He looked at Will with a wild stare 
and exclaimed: ^^You had better hitch up my 
horse and go for Dr. Jones. Don’t spare the 
horse. I fear she’ll die before he gets here.” 

Will was equal to the occasion. In less than 
one hour he was back with Dr. Jones — not only 
Dr. Jones, for he had spread the news through 
Ocelia. Each and every one seemed anxious to 
know the cause of Mary’s disappearance. Mrs. 
Allen continued to rave and call for Mary. 

At break of day next morning a searching 
party commenced exploring the farm. Deacon 
Allen had been planting corn the day of Mary’s 
disappearance. His tracks and also Mary’s 
were visible in the plowed ground. There was 
one spot which gave evidence of a scuffle. There 
were prints of a body lying on the ground. 
Some said it was where the dog lay; others said 
it looked like a human body. About twenty 
feet away was a large bunch of bushes — the 
deacon had heaped them up, intending to burn 
them. Dr. Jones remarked: ^^Better look un- 
der that bunch of bushes.” 


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Each and every one began pulling them over, 
and finally Will Lamb pulled out Mary’s apron 
and a hair-ribbon, which was at the bottom of 
the heap. When Will had brought them in 
sight, Dr. J ones remarked : ^^What do you think 
of itr 

Some of the old men shook their heads and 
groaned aloud. It was evident there had been 
murder. Will Lamb seemed wild with rage 
and said Deacon Allen should be arrested for 
the murder, for, in his mind, there was not a 
doubt as to his guilt. 

When the apron and hair-ribbon were 
brought into the house and displayed in the 
presence of Deacon Allen, his face was an 
ashly white. He shook from head to foot. 
Mrs. Allen looked like a marble statue; Alice 
Burley, with her arm around her, trying to 
comfort her ; even little Sadie looked sick. 

After looking and scouring the country for 
miles around, there w^ere no tidings of the lost 
child. It was finally thought best to have 
Deacon Allen arrested. If he was innocent, 
give him a chance to prove it; otherwise, he 
should be convicted. Sheriff Jackson was the 
officer to serve the papers. Friday morning, 
with a posse of officers. Sheriff Jackson was 
on hand to arrest Deacon Allen for the murder 
of Mary Hull. When Sheriff Jackson arrived 
at Deacon Allen’s, he rapped, while his aid 
waited outside. Alice opened the door and in- 


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formed the officer that Deacon Allen was not 
in the house, had been out all the morning. 
Sheriff Jackson, with his posse of officers, be- 
took themselves to the barn and commenced 
looking around, and finally mounted the hay- 
loft, where they Avere shocked to find Deacon 
Allen hanging with a rope about his neck, 
dead. Sheriff Jackson cut the rope, hoping to 
restore him, which was impossible. He had 
been dead some hours. It was necessary there 
should be an inquest. There were twelve men 
summoned who agreed that it was a case of 
suicide. The body was taken to the house, 
where it was prepared for burial. Mrs. Allen 
was unconscious of the surroundings. The only 
visible sign of consciousness Avas she Avould 
appear at the front door every hour or tAvo and 
in a loud, shrill voice call ^^Mary, Mary,’’ then 
elapse into unconsciousness. 

Mr. Burley was equal to the occasion and 
took charge of all the affairs. Alice Avas still 
with Mrs. Allen, taking all the care of little 
Sadie, who seemed to be more or less croupy. 
T^'o one thought her dangerous, as she still 
played around, until Sunday, when all of a 
sudden she dropped her playthings, fetched a 
loud screetch and Avas in spasms, and died soon 
after. There had been a messenger dispatched 
to Dr. Jones, who soon arrived with his wife. 
Everything in and around the house was con- 
fusion and turmoil. Dr. Jones said it was 


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advisable for the burial to occur soon as con- 
venient, as Mrs. Allen was in a critical con- 
dition, mentally. It was decided to bury little 
Sadie with her father ; in so doing there would 
be but one grave and that one beside Deacon 
Allen’s first wife, who was buried on his farm, 
which joined Mrs. Allen’s place. 

About eight o’clock Monday morning the 
people commenced coming until it seemed as 
if the whole town had turned out. There had 
never anything like it occurred in the town. 
When the coffins were lowered into the grave 
old men shook their heads and groaned aloud, 
while old women wrung their hands and wept. 
The Eev. Goody, pastor of the Ocelia Church, 
made a short prayer, then all was over; all 
that was mortal of Deacon Allen had perished. 
The immortal passed on to the Great Beyond. 
Some said Deacon Allen must of been crazy; 
others expressed themselves differently, said he 
had been a dreadful good man. One old man 
expressed his ideas thus: ^^Deacon Allen was 
a money getter. That was his god. He didn’t 
care how he got it. That’s the cause of his 
downfall. You see, if he could of got rid of 
the child, he would of come into possession of 
all of her property through her mother, who 
would of been her natural heir. How strange ! 
I^ow that he and little Sadie are dead, Mrs. 
Allen comes into possession of all of his, which 
was no small sum.” 


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As everything was in such a commotion and 
disorderly state it was thought best to appoint 
a custodian. Mr. Burley remarked: ^^Here’s 
the Lambs living near by, who know all about 
the place and will look after everything and 
see that it^s all right.^’ 

So it was decided Jim Lamb was to have 
tlie keys and stay at the place and care for it 
until such time as the estate could be settled. 
Dr. Jones advised the removal of Mrs. Allen 
immediately, as she was in a state of mental 
collapse. Dr. Jones said he and his wife would 
come up to the farm Tuesday morning and 
take Mrs. Allen and Alice to Mr. Burley’s, 
where he might be near his patient. Alice and 
Mrs. Wilson cared for Mrs. Allen. Mrs. Dr. 
Jones was more than a sister in all those trying 
scenes. She had known sorrow and hoped to 
elevate her friend above all worldly sorrows. 
None were allo^ved to speak of Deacon Allen, 
or Mary, nor even of little Sadie. It was 
months before Mrs. Allen spoke of herself or 
family. One of the first things to be noted 
was going to the front door and calling ^^Mary” 
in a loud, shrill voice. She continued to do 
that for the next eight years. 

Upon the settlement of Deacon Allen’s 
estate, after considerable speculating and some 
legal advice, Mr. Burley was appointed guard- 
ian over Mrs. Allen and her estate. Mr. Bur- 
ley was a thorough business man, one that 


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looked after every little detail ; had an eye 
for speculation or good investment. 

There was none more sad or desolate than 
Will Lamb after Mary’s disappearance. He, 
with others, had traversed the country for miles 
around, yet there were no tidings of the lost 
child. It was a mystery as much as though 
she had been swallowed up in an avalanche. 
There was no clue, no hope ; everything pointed 
to murder. There had been a reward of five 
hundred ' dollars offered by the town and five 
more by Mr. Burley in case the child be found, 
dead or alive. 

It had often been remarked that Will Lamb 
looked sick. Some thought he was going into 
decline. However, he applied himself more 
closely to his books and drawing, in which he 
was making great progress. From early boy- 
hood it had been a theme of comment — his skill 
in drawing — and now that he was fifteen years 
old it was more notable. His whole theme was 
architecture or contract building. It was his 
intention to identify himself with a firm in 
Binghampton when eighteen years of age, so 
as to have practical knowledge of his chosen 
avocation. 


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CHAPTER XVIII. 

ALICE BURLEY^S MARRIAGE. 

May was near at hand, and there was never 
a more charming season with bud and blossom. 
All nature seemed to smile; birds sang their 
sweetest songs; everything seemed in harmony 
with God’s great plan. Even the barefooted 
boy whistled, keeping in time with the cowbell, 
as he drove the cows to and from the pasture. 
Everything was joyous and serene. 

May the first was the day set for Alice’s 
and Augustus’s marriage. There had been talk 
of it the previous autumn. The old people 
could hardly listen to a thought of it, so it was 
put off until the first day of May. There had 
been great preparations. 

The disappearance of little Mary and the 
death of Deacon Allen, with other unavoidable 
circumstances, almost upset the arrangement. 
After due consideration, however, it was de- 
cided that the wedding nuptials should be cele- 
brated May the first, but a quiet wedding it 
must be. A few intimate friends were invited, 
Mrs. Wilson had charge of the wedding din- 


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ner. Dr. Jones and wife were conspicuous 
guests, looking and caring for Mrs. Allen, who 
was much improved, yet mentally in a dazed 
state, but seemed happy and contented, now 
and then calling for little Mary. 

At twelve o^clock Alice and Augustus were 
united in matrimony by the Kev. Goody, pastor 
of Ocelia Church. He said it had never been 
his luck to unite a more distinguished looking 
couple. 

After receiving congratulations, all partook 
of a royal good dinner. Augustus and Alice 
were to take their departure for Rochester, 
where Augustus had an elegant house all fur- 
nished in modern style awaiting their arrival. 

Charles Burley, Alice’s brother and Augus- 
tus’s law partner, had planned a little surprise 
by having the house filled with guests to wel- 
come the bride and groom with a sumptuous 
and elaborate tea. Augustus and his wife were 
as happy, as happy, as a bride and groom could 
be. While friends were giving them a cordial 
welcome to their new home with many con- 
gratulations, it seemed there never was a couple 
which started with brighter prospects than 
they. 

Aunt Polly said it was a great pleasure to 
have Rosie stay with them, as Alice had mar- 
ried and gone to her new home. Rosie seemed 
to take her place, being the same age as Alice, 
besides she had always been an intimate friend 


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of the family. Aunt Polly always called Mrs. 
Allen, Kosie. She had always said Rosie Hull 
had no business with Deacon Allen. Yet 
Deason Allen was looked upon as a dreadfully 
good man. 

Mrs. Eaton said to Mrs. Crab: ^Tt don’t 
seem possible that Deacon Allen murdered that 
child; although he’s a dreadful close man; do 
almost anything for money. You remember, 
Mrs. Crab, how he turned old Mrs. Card out 
of doors? I’ve always felt differently about 
Deacon Allen’s goodness since that time.” 

remember it all,” said Mrs. Crab. ^T’ve 
known for a long time Deacon Allen wanted 
to get rid of Mary, or at least have her go out 
to work. I guess Mary’s disappearance wiF. 
always be a mystery.” 

^^Such things do happen in real life,” said 
Mrs. Eaton. 

^^That’s so,” remarked Mrs. Crab. ^^He 
would never of committed suicide if he had 
been innocent of the crime. You see, every- 
thing pointed to murder. There was no other 
way out of it but suicide. My old man, John, 
said he ought to of done it years ago, when his 
first wife died. There was lots of talk about 
him then.” 

know there was,” said Mrs. Eaton. ^^He 
always attended church and made long- 
prayers.” 

^That was his way/’ remarked Mrs, Crab. 


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passed on where he’ll get his just deserts. 
I’m glad I’m not his judge. It must be very 
hard for his widow to be taken away from her 
home — children and everything gone, besides 
all the disgrace. How fortunate — ^they say she 
don’t realize what’s happened and goes around 
like one dazed. Aunt Polly’s awful glad she’s 
there, for she’s taken Alice’s place.” 

When Mr. Burley took the power of attorney, 
with papers to settle the estate, some thought 
he had a big job on his hands. As it turned 
out, Deacon’s death and little Sadie dying after 
him, it left all the property to Mrs. Allen. 
Mr. Burley wanted to sell the whole estate — 
said he could make better investment. 

It’s strange how superstitious some people 
are. There was already a story afloat — that 
the barn was haunted. 

It was a lovely place, but some people had 
got the impression that it would sell cheap on 
account of the ghost stories. Strange how 
many people are afraid of ghosts. However, 
Mr. Burley hung on to the farm until an East- 
ern Yankee came along looking for just such 
a farm. He had scarcely heard of the place, 
when he was informed all about the haunted 
barn. He, being a man that had traveled quite 
a considerable, had also read and tried to in- 
form himself, and had never seen a ghost, and 
said he was not afraid of them, so concluded 
to buy the farm, also all the real estate that 


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had formerly belonged to Deacon Allen. It 
was fine — a fine estate in a high state of culti- 
vation. 

The seasons came and went, with no visible 
sign that there had been an unusual occurrence 
happened. People had ceased talking of the 
mysterious disappearance of little Mary and 
Deacon Allerds name was scarcely mentioned. 
Dr. Jones and his wife were just as happy as 
ever. Mrs. Jones had endeared herself to the 
people of Ocelia by her kind and loving ways, 
always ready to lend a helping hand to all that 
were in need of help, mentally and physically. 
As poor old Mrs. Card was getting old and 
feeble, she was tenderly cared for by Mrs. 
Jones. The doctor could not of done more 
if it had of been his own mother. Everything 
in and around Ocelia was prospering. 

We all know prosperity brings wants of some 
kind, so it was in that case; the people in and 
around the place had long felt the need of a 
new church, there being only one in the place, 
a Baptist. The Congregationalists were a 
flourishing society and were anxious to have 
a church of their own, so as to worship God 
under their own vine and fig tree. 

It’s no easy job to build a church and have 
all its members satisfied. There was much talk 
and agitation as to the new church, and finally 
there was a committee appointed who was to 
let the contract to some suitable firm. 


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It was a hard job to locate the site for the 
house. Some wanted it one way; some an- 
other. Finally all agreed, and it was let to 
a contractor of Binghampton by the name of 
Mott Brothers. After securing the contract; 
Mr. Mott placed Will Lamb in charge, to have 
full charge. Will had been with the Mott 
Brothers for three or four years, consequently 
excelled as an architect. He seemed to born 
for that business, giving perfect satisfaction. 

The church was built and accepted as a 
model of beauty, filling every detail of the 
contract. The people in Ocelia were highly 
gratified with the way the work had been done 
and to know it was one of their OAvn townsmen 
who had been the builder. 

Will Lamb was congratulated on every side 
Some called him ^^Lamb, the contractor.’^ He 
was twenty-one at that time and a fine-looking 
man with an intelligent face that always wore 
a thoughtful, sad look. He had never seemed 
like himself since the disappearance of little 
Mary Hull. If by chance her name Avas 
spoken, he would invariablv leaA^e the room as 
though it had brought a pang of sorrow. He 
had never ceased thinking that Deacon Allen 
was the whole and only cause of Mary’s dis- 
appearance. He often said: can build a 

meeting house, although l\e no use for 
deacons. I shall ncA^er forget Deacon Allen.” 

After building the church at Ocelia he sev- 


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ered his connections with the Mott Brothers, 
previous to his locating at Philadelphia, Pa. 
He had always spoken of the Quaker City as 
a grand opening for a man of talent. Surely, 
where could he find a place more suited to his 
taste ? So, on a wet and cloudy day in Marcli, 
he packed up all his belongings and started for 
Philadelphia, where he had made preparations 
to locate as a contract builder. Philadelphia 
was a broad field where he might show his skill 
as an architect 

The people in and around Ocelia, who had 
always known Will Lamb from a boy, were 
loath to have him leave. He was the one most 
talked about and highly respected, yet he had 
found his way to Philadelphia, where he was 
located in business. 

Dr. Jones said it was a pity to lose such a 
man as Will Lamb. ^^We need them right 
here in our own town.’’ 

Mr. Burley expressed his regrets, hoping 
Will would prosper. 

Just then Jack Stout came along near Mr. 
Burley’s place. He had just captured two little 
cubs ; happened to run on to them while the old 
bear was away looking for a morning meal. 
Jack had ran all the way, fearing he might be 
overtaken by the bear. Jack was a great hunter 
and trapper. It was not an unusual thing for 
him to catch large quantities of game, which 
was his main dependence for his support. He 


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had been known to wander off as far as the 
Indian Keservation, which was a long ways off. 
Jack was a big, burly fellow, honest and good- 
natured, ready to do a good turn whenever it 
came his way. Jack never seemed to have any 
object in view — hunting and fishing was his 
hobby. He traversed the country for miles 
around in search of game. He always fetched 
up at the Indian Reservation twice a year, 
buying furs from the Indians. He made lots 
of money on his furs. Jack always stopped to 
see Mr. Burley when passing that way. He 
said Mr. Burley was the best man he ever saw. 
He had not forgotten how he rescued him from 
a watery grave when a boy. It was on Sun- 
day morning; Jack was setting a trap for mink 
when he slipped into a deep hole that was 
partially covered with snow and ice. Jack 
couldn’t swim; would of been drowned if it 
hadn’t been for Mr. Burley passing that way. 
He was on his way to a neighboring school 
house, where he held religious services every 
first Sunday in each month of the year. Just 
as he was crossing the bridge he heard a splash- 
ing in the water and hastened to the spot just 
in time to see a dark object sinking. Mr. Bur- 
ley caught hold of a long limb that was lying 
near by and shouted, and, at the same time, 
threw the limb. All of a sudden the dark 
object rose and caught hold of the limb; where- 
upon Mr. Burley pulled with all his strength 


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and finally landed it on shore. To his great 
surprise it was Jack Stout, more dead than 
alive. Mr. Burley worked over Jack till he 
was able to take care of himself; nor did he 
leave him until he had promised Mr. Burley 
he would never hunt nor fish on Sunday. I 
think he always kept his promise. He said it 
was Satan’s work, his hunting and fishing on 
the Sabbath, and surely if he had drowned he 
would of been lost forever, as Satan always 
seeks those whom he may devour. 

Jack never came into the neighborhood when 
he didn’t bring venison to Mr. Burley. Some 
thought he had befriended little Mary Hull 
by helping her get away from Deacon Allen’s. 
It was all supposition, as no one ever heard 
him speak her name, until after she had mar- 
ried Will Lamb and visited her friends. Then, 
he tells the story to Mr. Burley, and knowing 
Mr. Burley to be a friend and relative of the 
family. Jack commenced telling his story in 
a short, concise way which was a surprise to 
Mr. Burley, although he had always said some 
one must of helped her away. 'No^Y that Mary 
was married and happy. Jack took delight in 
telling the story and how he helped her to get 
away from Deacon Allen. 

^Tt was this way,” said Jack. ^^On the day 
of Mary’s disappearance I was within speak- 
ing distance of the scene where the tragedy 
occurred. Yet I knew nothing of the outrage- 


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ous crime until little Mary came rushing down 
to the river where I was adjusting my hook 
and line, hoping to he rewarded with a good 
string of fish. Mary was crying and the blood 
was streaming down her face and shoulders. 
Her hair was hanging loosely, matted with 
blood and dirt. She was a pitiful sight. T 
never saw anything so shocking. I knew not 
what to say or do. Finally, however, I led 
Mary down near the water, took a cloth from 
my pocket, wet it in the brook, and washed the 
blood from her face and shoulders. I tell you, 
she was a pitiful sight! I pulled from my 
pocket a bandana handkerchief, wrapped it 
around her head. In fact, there was a large 
gash on one side of her head which continued 
bleeding. Finally she related her story to me, 
which was as follows: was not feeling well 

this morning. Papa Allen was determined I 
should go out and help him in the field. He 
said I must ride the horse — she was a frisky 
one — and I was afraid. Well, he commenced 
jawing and finally whipped me with the lash 
until I could scarcely stand. Then he gave me 
a slap side the head. I fell on to the plow and 
knew no more until I found myself under the 
big pile of brush. As there was no one in 
sight, and the blood was streaming down my 
face, I ran as fast as I could. I was afraid 
that Deacon Allen would see me. I knew he 
would kill me if he did. Oh, Jack, I am so 


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glad to find you. Don’t let Deacon Allen kill 
me !’ ^But, Mary/ I said, Svliat are you going 
to do?’ T’ll tell you, Jack, I’m going to run 
away. You see, Deacon Allen’s whipping and 
scolding me most of the time. I can’t stay 
there.’ ^Where are you going?’ I said. ^I 
don’t know,’ replied Mary. ^I’m sure he’ll kill 
me if I go back, and I shall never go back.’ 

^^Then I built a little bower by placing the 
limbs together, where I placed Mary for safety, 
telling her I would help her to find a place. 
Yet she must not leave the bower until dark, 
so as not to be seen. I kept on fishing so that 
none might know my plans. As it grew dusk I 
opened a cloth bag which contained food. I 
always went prepared for long journeys, and 
as luck would have it I had a great plenty for 
myself and Mary. 

As the sun had sank behind the western hills 
and the evening shades spread their somber 
hue o’er hill and dale, all nature proclaimed 
• sadness and sorrow. Mary stood gazing at the 
twinkling of the stars with nowhere to lay her 
aching head, save the cold, damp ground, yet 
she had confided in me, hoping I would lead 
her to a place of safety. She firmly declared 
she’d never return to Deacon Allen’s. 

had started out on one of my long hunt- 
ing trips. I told Mary I could help her get 
out of the neighborhood, where she might find 


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some one who would take her in and care for 
her. 

was quite dark when I started out with 
Mary by my side. Well, we tramped over 
hills and through valleys, only stopping once 
through the night to rest and eat a little lunch. 
When it came daylight, I was a little cautious 
about being seen in company with Mary. Yet 
we were miles away, walking slowly near a 
small river. For, in fact, we were somewhat 
fatigued. I remarked : ^Mary, you^d better 
keep up the river until you come to a large 
bowlder. There’s a tree growing from a seam 
in the rock. The water is shallow in the river 
and I think you can ford the river. When 
opce on the opposite bank you will be safe. 
You need not fear Deacon Allen. There’s an 
Indian Reservation near by. I sometimes come 
there to buy furs. If you are there, I’ll see 
you.’ Then Mary said she was afraid of In- 
dians, and I told her Indians wouldn’t hurt 
little girls. Then I said good-bye to her and 
said: T’ll go this way. You go that way/ 
pointing up the river.” 

Mary loitered slowly along beside the river, 
now and then sitting down to rest and eat some 
bread and cheese Jack had given her. Just 
after sunset she had reached the big bowlder 
where she was to cross the river. She found 
no trouble in crossing the river, the water being 
very shallow. When once across she knew not 


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what to do, and finally sat down upon the 
ground, more dead than alive. Her head was 
paining her. It was a sad sight — her feet 
sore, heart broken and with a bad cut on her 
head which was paining her severely. Finally 
she commenced wringing her hands and cried 
aloud, thinking there was none to heed her 
sorrow. Yet there’s One who hears the or- 
phan’s cry. One whose loving care will protect 
the sad and lonely ones. She never knew how 
long she had lain upon the ground. All of a 
sudden she was aroused by a hand being placed 
upon her head. She sprang to her feet with a 
wild, startled look, and was it a wonder she was 
frightened ? In fact, there was an Indian 
squaw who had lain her hand upon the aching 
brow and was still bending over the child; 
Macaqua, of Lily of the Valley, was her name; 
put her arms around Mary and finally clasped 
her in her arms and started across the field, 
where she entered her wigwam and laid Mary 
upon a bed of furs and blankets, where she 
laid for days in an unconscious state, only 
rallying enough to call ^^Mother.” 

Macaqua was a good nurse. She seemed 
much worried about the child, bathing her head 
often with cold water. Macaqua was a fine 
specimen of the Indian tribe, tall, straight as 
an arrow, with long, flowing black hair which 
was hanging loosely over her shoulders. She 


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walked with a majestic step, giving her a 
haughty appearance. 

At that time Macaqna’s husband was away 
with others of the tribe, who were on a hunt- 
ing tour. Finally he arrived home, ladened 
with game and fish. Macaqua acquainted her 
husband of the finding of the child. He 
stamped his foot and shook his head, giving her 
to understand there was danger. ^‘White men 
come make trouble.’’ However, Mary was 
kept closely confined, hoping to find a way to 
dispose of her or at least sell her for a term 
of years into bondage, which was the way of 
disposing of captives. 

Macaqua was kind to the child, even showed 
affections and sympathy. Yet it was not safe 
to have a white child in their possession. 

Mary had nearly recovered from her sick- 
ness, her head had entirely healed up and she 
was feeling quite contented; in fact, she dared 
not return to Deacon Allen’s. Macaqua had 
given her kind and constant care, even applied 
paint to her face while she wore a blanket 
around her shoulders with moccasins upon her 
feet. Many feathers adorned her hair; as she 
stood in the sunlight and saw her shadow she 
could scarcely realize who it was. What an- 
noyed her most was her confinement to the log 
cabin. She was scarcely allowed outside the 
door, fearing the white man’s wrath. The In- 


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dians finally sat in council, agreeing to dispose 
of the child at their earliest opportunity. 

The time had glided away slowly, yet it was 
first of May and a bright, sunny day. The 
grass had sprung from its long winter’s rest 
where it could bask in the sunlight and feel the 
refreshing breeze as it wafts o’er hill and dale. 
The forest had donned her spring garb; every- 
thing looked balmy and refreshing — just the 
time of the year to enjoy nature with all her 
beauty. 

Little Mary was standing looking outside 
the door, longing for her freedom, when all of 
a sudden Macaqua appeared at the door with 
a half a dozen braves, one tall noble-looking 
white man, whose ways and manners, with his 
Quaker garb, indicated his belonging to the 
Society of Friends. The Indians held a low 
conversation in a somewhat broken dialect. 
Yet Mary could understand it was she they 
were talking about. She was much frightened, 
thinking some one was looking for her. She 
threw her arms around Macaqua’s waist, ex- 
claiming in a frantic voice: ^^Please don’t let 
him take me, please don’t.” 

Macaqua placed her arms around Mary, 
showing some emotion, while Mr. Dyer smiled 
a sweet smile and remarked: ^T’ll not hurt 
you. Can you tell me your name ?” 

Mary gave him another look, which seemed 


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to appease her sorrow, and replied : ^^Anna 
Fitz Gerald/^ 

^^That^s a good name,’’ remarked Mr. Dyer. 
^^How would you like to go home with me and 
be my little girl? I’ve no girl.” 

Mary looked up and smiled through her 
tears, while Macaqiia assured her that he was a 
good man. Mary had learned to trust Maca- 
qua as a friend, and when she said, ^^He’s a 
good man,” Mary’s fear seemed to leave her. 
She looked at Mr. Dyer with a smiling face, 
as much as to say, ^T’ll go with you.” 

Finally Mr. Dyer made a deal with the In- 
dians and Mary was to be his child. No one 
ever knew what he paid. He was to have her 
with a blanket and covering for her head. 

About one o’clock that afternoon he had fin- 
ished his deal with the Indians and had bought 
some furs and other things — Mr. Dyer made 
a practice to go down to the Keservation about 
two or three times a year to buy furs and sell 
them, also beads and other trinkets. When 
Mr. Dyer rode up to Macaqua’s door on a large 
coal black steed, he had a proud bearing such 
as but few possess. Mary looked at him with a 
twinkle in her eye, as much as to say, ad- 
mire your grand looks.” 

Macaqua assisted Mary to the horse’s back, 
where she was placed behind Mr. Dyer. As 
the hore reined around in a graceful way, Mary 
smiled while waving good-bye. 


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After leaving the Indians’ camp and getting 
on to the main road, Mr. Dyer commenced ask- 
ing questions in an off-hand way by remarking : 
^Ts thee name Anna?” 

She replied: ^Wes, sir.” 

^^Ah!” he shook his head and said: ^^I^o 
sirs, yes and no will do. Whose girl are you ?” 

^^My mamma’s,” replied Mary. 

^^Wkere doth thee live ?” he inquired. 

don’t know,” said Mary. She commenced 
crying and seemed so much agitated that he 
changed the subject by saying: ^^Thee is my 
girl,” and then he talked of the trees, birds 
and flowers and the school until they came to 
a tavern where he was accustomed to stop for 
the night. As he dismounted with the child, 
there was much surprise. Mr. Dyer was well- 
known at the tavern and also in and about 
the surrounding country. He had lived for 
many years just in the suburbs of Philadelphia, 
a prosperous and respected man. 

His father was a native of Philadelphia and 
also a member of the Society of Friends. It 
had been said he was a lineal descendant of 
Mary Dyer, the Quaker martyr who was 
hanged on Boston Common for preaching 
Quaker doctrine. 

Wasn’t it strange, Philadelphia was the 
birthplace of our nation? Independence Hall, 
where the greatest American drama was en- 
acted, is still looked upon with patriotic pride. 


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The Dyers were some of the early settlers 
of Philadelphia, being great land holders, con- 
sequently grew up with the city and were 
wealthy and influential. Samuel was the 
grandson of the flrst settler, William. Samuel 
had lived all his life upon the old homestead. 

He was born there, and at the age of twenty- 
five married a most charming young lady and 
brought her to his home, where they still re- 
side. They have no children to bring joy and 
sunlight to their home. There was a time when 
a gay and happy child played around their 
door, singing her gay and gladsome songs as 
she moved quietly through the house. But, 
alas! Death came and robbed them of their 
darling Mary, who was nearly ten years of 
age when she passed away. It was a hard 
blow for Samuel Dyer and his good wife, 
Ruth, who still mourned the loss of her darling 
child, yet with Christian fortitude they sub- 
mitted to the inevitable. Samuel Dyer took 
pleasure in going to the Indian Reservation 
where he found little Anna Fitz Gerald. He 
was proud of his deal, and took her home to 
his wife, after stopping at the tavern over 
night. He made a grand appearance as he 
and Mary sat upon the back of his coal black 
steed. His wife almost lost herself thinking 
of her own child. Samuel Dyer presented the 
child to his wife by saying: ^^Here^s your girl, 
Ruth/’ 


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She looked with astonishment, not knowing 
what to make of the child. However, when 
Samuel had explained all, his wife looked 
upon Mary with love and sympathy, taking 
her to her heart and home, where she was lov- 
ingly and tenderly cared for by Mrs. Dyer, 
who was a kind and noble woman, known by the 
name of Ruth Dyer. Mr. and Mrs. was not 
recognized by the Friends. 

Ruth, as she was more familiarly called, was 
a devout Christian of that denomination, being 
guided by the inward light. 

After getting familiar with Mary’s childish 
and winsome ways, she was taught ^^thee’’ and 
^^thou,’^ which she soon became familiar with. 
It was not a hard job for Mary to become a 
Quaker like the people who she had learned to 
love and respect. Yet she had not forgotten 
her mother and little Sadie. She longed to 
be with them, yet she dared not return, think- 
ing Deacon Allen would surely kill her. Many 
were the nights she repaired to her little room 
only to weep and mourn herself to sleep. Her 
pillow was often wet with tears, tears of sor- 
row and anguish, yet she dare not reveal her 
secret. 

The summer seemed long. Mrs. Dyer did 
everything to elevate Mary’s sorrow which was 
wearing upon her. As the summer waned 
and autumn approached, she became more like 


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herself, laughed and talked of books and school, 
of which she was very fond. 

It was September when the school com- 
menced. I mean the Quaker school — that was 
the leading school in Philadelphia. Mary 
was all prepared, having nice new frocks made 
in Quaker style which were very becoming. 
She never looked so fine and beautiful before 
Samuel Dyer and his wife were very proud 
of Mary, and when they found she was a lover 
of books, they were more so. The teacher was 
surprised to find Mary ahead of the school in 
books. However, it was no trouble for her to^ 
keep ahead. As she became acquainted and 
interested in the school she seemed happy and 
contented. So the season came and went while 
Mary applied herself to books, hoping to be a 
teacher some time. She often wondered and 
thought : ^^Do they miss me at home ? How I 
would like to see Aunt Polly and Uncle Bur- 
ley! It’s only a few years when I’ll go and 
see my mother and all the people, for I’ll be 
eighteen years old then, and Deacon Allen 
won’t dare to strike me then.” 


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CHAPTER XIX. 

WILL EAMB VISITS HIS OLD HOME. 

Will Lamb had been away from home a num- 
ber of years. He had a great desire to visit 
the scenes of his boyhood days. He had never 
been home to stay since locating at Philadel- 
phia. He had lost all interest in the neigh- 
borhood since Mary^s disappearance, yet he had 
concluded to visit his parents, who were still 
living. 

It was in the spring after he had been hur- 
ried all through the winter with a big contract 
that he concluded that he would have a two 
weeks^ vacation. So, on a bright and sunny 
morning — it was April — he left Philadelphia. 
When the earth was clothed in its spring garb 
of many rich hues of green. Brooks went 
babbling along in their natural course, while 
sunbeams gave them a cheerful look. 

How that Will Lamb had become a noted 
architect and full of business, his whole bearing 
showed him to be a man of note. He first vis- 
ited Ocelia. There he met Dr. Jones, who was 
surprised to see him. He had heard of WilLs 


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good luck and prosperity as an architect. Will 
was a tall, noble-looking man; was generally 
called ^^Lamb, the contractor.’’ 

Well, as I was saying, he stopped at Dr. 
Jones’s. He and the doctor had a long talk 
in regard to Mary’s disappearance. The doctoi 
said he couldn’t help thinking Mary was still 
alive. 

Will remarked: she is. I’ll find her 

some time. How my heart ached for her when 
she was living with Deacon Allen. I knew he 
misused her. She’s told me many a time of 
his abuse.” 

^^Well, he’s got his just deserts,” remarked 
the doctor. ^^Hung himself.” 

^^Yes, and on Friday,” remarked Will. 
^^Saved the hangman the job.” 

Dr. Jones and Will were walking along to- 
wards the Burley place. Will said he would 
stop and see how the Burleys were getting 
along. Mr. Burley was just coming out of the 
house when he met Will as he stepped up the 
front door step. Mr. Burley was well pleased 
to see Will and also to hear of his success as 
a business man, and surely it did seem as if he 
had prospered beyond all expectation. 

The Burleys had also thought much of Will 
Lamb, and well they might, for he was a model 
young man. Aunt Polly said: ‘T’m going to 
kiss Will; can’t help it, as he reminds me so 


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niucli of little Mary; and the dear child has 
never been heard from.” 

Rosie looked at Will with a vacant smile, not 
seeming to recognize him. He finally stepped 
up and shook hands with her, and remarked: 
hope yon are well.” 

She made no reply, but soon stepped to the 
door and called ^^Mary” in a shrill voice. Will 
dropped his eyes to the floor, his whole face 
showed sadness and dejection. He had loved 
Mary with a true boyish love which he could 
not forget. 

His call at the Burleys was a long one. They 
talked of the leading events of the day, and 
finally rehearsed the circumstances of Mary’s 
disappearance. He passed most of the day at 
Mr. Burley’s. Aunt Polly wouldn’t hear one 
word of his leaving before dinner, and still 
insisted that he should stay to tea, which he 
did, and, by doing so, he got a ride with Dr. 
Jones all the way to his home where his par- 
ents lived. Mrs. Eaton had been sick. Dr. 
Jones was attending her. 

John Lamb and his wife were very happy 
to see their son, who had been away from home 
most of the time for three or four years. Yet 
they looked upon him with pride — the noble 
young man he was, besides he was fine-looking. 
He stayed home some six or seven days, travers- 
ing the country in hopes of finding a clue that 
would lead to some conclusion as to Mary’s 


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whereabouts. He visited the spring where he 
and Mary had sat beneath the willows and 
studied their lessons from the same book. It 
all cast a shade of sadness over his brow as he 
recalled every childish look. Finally he said: 

go over to Deacon Allen’s place. I want 
to see his grave, although I don’t believe I’ll 
cry. Deacon Allen was a wicked man. That’s 
why he came to such a bad end.” 

Will spent his vacation with his parents and 
around the neighborhood. Finally he wished 
himself back to Philadelphia, his adopted 
home. 

Monday morning was a wet lowery morn- 
ing. However, Will was anxious to get back 
to his business. When the stage arrived at 
seven A. M. he bid his parents a very affection- 
ate good-bye, taking his seat outside the stage, 
so as to have a good view of the surrounding 
country, which was clothed in its richest at- 
tire. As the stage jogged along over hills and 
through valleys. Will Lamb was planning for 
a prosperous season in his business. 

Tuesday, about sunset, he was once more at 
Philadelphia, where he had many orders wait- 
ing his return. His first business was to get 
together his help, who were watching and wait- 
ing for his return. However, he was not long 
in setting them at work, as he had plenty of 
it to do. One contract for building a fine man- 
sion house just outside the city limits for a 


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man by the name of John Jinkens, who had 
retired from business. There had lately been 
a great sale of land a few miles out of the 
city, a few wealthy men making the purchases. 
Among them was John Jinkens. His was the 
first house built, and a very pretentious looking 
one it was. John Jinkens was a Quaker. It 
was planned and decided to have none but 
Quakers to build and settle upon this tract of 
land. Samuel Dyer had purchased twenty-five 
acres adjoining John Jinkens’s, where he ex- 
pected to build a nice country mansion. He 
was to commence his house the following 
spring. 

John Jinkens^s was to be ready for occu- 
pancy early in the fall. Will was pushing the 
work as fast as possible. He tried to get board 
near by so as to be near his work. As he 
couldn’t find a place he was obliged to ride on 
horseback to and from his boarding place, 
which was some two miles away, where he got 
boarded in the city. His route was right by 
Samuel Dyer’s. He often met Mr. Dyer and 
talked of the new house he was to build for 
him. He had made preparations to have every- 
thing ready for an early start in the spring. 

The winter came and went, and a cold, hard 
winter it was. It did seem as if everything 
was buried in snow. It was a grand winter 
for sleighs. Samuel Dyer was the owner of one 
of the finest in town. 


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It was not an unusual sight to see him out 
with his coal black steed hitched to a fine 
sleigh, taking Mary to school and sometimes he 
brought her home. He and his wdfe had lav- 
ished their affections upon the child. They 
could not of thought more of her if she had 
been their own. She was in one sense theirs, 
for Mr. Dyer had her adopted as such. Mary 
•had grown into a beautiful girl of sixteen, 
modest and unassuming, with a happy and con- 
tented disposition. She had lived under the 
infiuence of a happy Quaker home and had 
become molded to their tenets. 

Will Lamb had often seen Mary riding with 
Mr. Dyer and thought he had never seen such a 
beautiful young lady. Little did he dream of 
its being his friend and schoolmate, one whom 
he mourned as lost or dead. 

Spring came and with it busy cares. Samuel 
Dyer’s house was well underway. Will Lamb 
being the contractor. When Mary heard the 
name Will Lamb, she little dreamed it was the 
Will Lamb of her childish fancy. Yet she 
couldn’t keep him from her mind, night or 
day. It brought back all the little kind acts 
of the boy she had known, besides sad thought 
of the past. She said to herself: ^Tt’s not the 
same, yet I’d like to see him, face to face.” 

After a while the opportunity came. Will 
Lamb had business with Samuel Dyer and 
called at the house. Mr. Dyer was not in at 


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the time and Will was shown into the house, 
then to the sitting-room, where Mary was busily 
engaged in embroidering a rich handkerchief. 
As Mrs. Dyer entered with Will, she said: 
‘^William, this is my daughter Aiina.^^ 

Will looked at her with astonishment and 
exclaimed ^^Mary!’’ 

She advanced a step towards him and put 
out her hand and said, ^^Will Lamb,’’ at the 
same time losing consciousness. She would of 
fell to the floor had it not been that Will 
caught her in his arms. 

Mrs. Dyer was much alarmed and knew not 
what to say or do, but finally, after a wLile, 
Mary regained her consciousness only to sob 
and mourn. Will tried to appease Mrs. Dyer’s 
fears by telling her he had known Mary when 
a child. Mrs. Dyer exclaimed: ^^Then you 
know Anna’s history ?” 

certainly know what happened to her as 
a child. Now that I’ve found her you shall 
know all.” 

Mrs. Dyer remarked : ^^Anna’s a very sensi- 
tive child; must have quiet and rest for the 
present.” 

Will put his arm around her so as to assist 
her to a couch, where he gently laid her down. 
As she lay there she looked more like one dead 
than alive. However, she was kept quiet ; Mrs. 
Dyer watched over her night and day. 

From that time on Will Lamb was a con- 


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stant visitor at Mr. Dyer^s^ calling nearly every 
day. When Mary had regained her composure 
she, with Will, related what had transpired in 
her early life and how and why she was at the 
Indian camp. It grieved Will to know how 
she had suffered, as well as Mr. and Mrs. Dyer;, 
who wept tears of sympathy as they heard her 
sad story. Mary said she dared not reveal her 
identity for fear of Deacon Allen. She had 
never heard of his untimely end nor what tran- 
spired after her departure. She had kept her 
secret wrapped in her own breast, which had 
caused her much sorrow. IS^ow that all was 
explained, Mary said she was happy to hear 
from her mother, who was still staying at Mr. 
Burley’s. Will looked at Mary with a calm, 
thoughtful look, and remarked: ^Tittle Sadie 
had croup and died the next Sunday after 
Deacon Allen. She’s buried in the grave with 
the deacon. Mr. Burley was appointed ad- 
ministrator on the deacon’s estate. He had 
much more than people thought. He had al- 
ways been a hard, shrewd man. How that he 
and little Sadie are gone, your mother holds 
it all according to the laws of Hew York State, 
and besides, she’s a-plenty of her own.” 

Mary sat laughing and crying at the same 
time, and finally remarked : When I’m 

eighteen years old I’ll go and see all my people, 
can’t I mamma?” 


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replied Mrs. Dyer. ^^You shall see 
them some time.’^ 

As the days and months went by, Will Lamb 
still visited the Dyer place. Mary was more 
dear to him than ever. It was plain to be 
seen that there was mutual love between them, 
yet one could see it was not in harmony with 
the Dyers’ tenets. Samuel Dyer and his wife 
would never give their consent for Anna to 
marry outside the church, and surely they 
couldn’t believe Will Lamb would join the 
Friends Society. Samuel Dyer and his wife 
loved Will Lamb, yet they would not give their 
consent to the union. So it was that Will’s and 
Mary’s heart ached as they thought of an ob- 
jection that would separate them. Will was 
still working on the house, yet it was nearly 
completed. It was a model of beauty in the 
quaint, substantial style. 

The house was completed in every detail, 
when Samuel Dyer moved his family into it. 
Mary occupied one of the large front rooms, 
which was furnished in a plain, substantial 
style. Mary was diligent with her room. She 
applied her time to her books, as she was de- 
termined to graduate before her eighteenth 
birthday, which she did and with honors. 

Will Lamb had secured many contracts and 
was prospering beyond all expectations. He 
had continued his visits to the Dyer place by 
calling every week. He looked upon Mary with 


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a profound, loving look, which animated Mary’s 
whole nature and made her a model of grace 
and beauty. Isn’t it strange how some natures 
thrive and grow under the sunshine of love? 
Every thing seemed to glide smoothly with the 
young lovers, for such they were. 

Will Lamb was at the Dyers every Sunday 
to accompany Mary to church. He was really 
interested in their services. Some said they 
expected to see him don the Quaker garb. He 
said he liked the Friend’s Society, as he had 
found them a strictly honest, upright people, 
who were willing to be guided by the inward 
light (good spirit). ^^Surely such a church 
must be a good one,” said Will. 

Only a few months from that time Will 
Lamb had acquired the vocable ^^thee” and 
thou,” also wore the straight coat and broad- 
brimmed hat, which added to his tall, dignified 
statue. 

It did seem the lovers were as happy as 
happy could be. 

It was just one month after Mary was 
eighteen years old that the marriage was an- 
nounced, they having declared their intentions 
of taking each other in marriage before a num- 
ber of public meetings, and there being no ob- 
jection, and they being of marriageable ages, it 
was in the golden autumn, cold December’s 
monthly meeting, when Will Lamb and Mary 
Anna Fitz Gerald Hull were married. 


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It was a handsome sight as they stood be- 
fore the congregation and plighted their troth 
in like manner : 

William Lamb — Friends, witnesses — I 
take this my friend, Mary Anna Fitz Gerald 
Hull, to be my wife, promising through the 
Lord’s assistance to be a loving and faithful 
husband until it shall please God by death to 
separate us.” 

Then and there, in like manner, Mary Anna 
Fitz Grerald Hull declared: ^Triends, I desire 
you to be my witnesses. I take this my friend, 
William Lamb, to be my husband, promising 
through the Lord’s assistance to be a loving 
and faithful wife until death doth us part.” 

Then and there they subscribed their names 
as man and wife. There were about fifty who 
signed the certificate. You’ll find it recorded 
in the Friends’ records, with the names of all 
of the witnesses. 

After the ceremony at the church. Will Lamb 
and his wife returned with Samuel Dyer and 
wife to their home, where they were to spend 
their honeymoon. It was already decided that 
Will Lamb should build himself a house join- 
ing Samuel Dyer’s. Mr. Dyer had given him 
five acres of beautiful land that overlooked the 
city. The site was a very desirable one. 

Will decided not to build until the following 
spring, as he and Mary wanted to visit their 
old home. Mary had made great calculations 


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of visiting Ocelia when eighteen years old, not 
dreaming she would return as a bride. There 
was none who knew her secret save Will and 
the Dyers. 

The people in and around Ocelia believed 
her murdered, as she had been gone eight years 
and there had been no tidings of her where- 
abouts. 

Will had made all preparations for the wed- 
ding tour. Will was a skilled horseman. He 
and Mary had taken great pleasure as well as 
pride in their horsemanship, so concluded to 
take the wedding trip on horseback some time 
in December. However, it was the 23rd, and 
a warm day for the winter season, when they 
joyously and happily mounted their blooded 
steeds with sadles richly covered. The broad- 
brimmed hat and Quaker bonnet were con- 
spicuous, giving the young couple a distin- 
guished look. However, they were hurrying 
towards Ocelia. 

Mary said it was a long journey and she 
could hardly wait to see her friends. 

On their route they stopped at the ^^Way 
Side Inn’’ over night, a popular resort and the 
same hotel where Mr. Dyer stayed over night 
when on his way from the Indian camp eight 
years before with Mary on horseback, wrapped 
in an Indian blanket with moccasins on her 
feet. 

What changes time had brought. Eight 


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years before a lone wanderer without friends 
or home, next a gay and happy bride. 

As I was saying, they were hurrying so as 
to reach Ocelia the 24th, wishing to surprise 
their friends on Christmas day. As luck would 
have it, they reached Ocelia the 24th, about 
five P. M., where they stayed over night at the 
hotel. Will was anxious that none should 
know of their arrival, as he wanted to give 
them a genuine surprise on Christmas day. 
Mr. Burley and wife had always made great 
reckoning for Christmas. On this especial day 
they had made great preparations, had invited 
Alice and her husband, Charles and his wife 
with two children. They had all arrived the 
previous day, so as to be prepared for a merry 
Christmas. Even Mrs. Allen, Mary’s mother, 
seemed happy, yet she had opened the front 
door and called ^^Mary” some two or three 
times during the morning, which had been her 
daily custom ever since Mary’s disappearance 
eight years before. 

Each and every one was in a happy mood. 
Mrs. Wilson was busy helping about the din- 
ner; Alice was sitting near one of the front 
windows, when all of a sudden she exclaimed: 
^^Augustus, look — here’s a fine couple !” 

By that time there was a number looking out 
at the strangers, who were making their way 
towards the house. Mr. Burley was at the door 
ready to show them in. 


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As Will Lamb stepped into the door, he re- 
marked: ^^Mr. Burley, I suppose you know 
me. This is my wife — she who was lost and is 
now found — Mary Anna Fitz Gerald Hull.’^ 

Everyone looked upon the young Quakers 
with an eye of astonishment, when Mrs. Allen, 
all of a sudden, ^^Mary, my dear lost child.’’ 
She would of fallen to the floor if it had not 
of been for Will Lamb, who caught her in his 
strong arms. Mary clung to her mother, kiss- 
ing her pale cheeks and exclaiming : ^^My 
poor dear mother!” 

The rest of the friends stood amazed, with 
tears streaming down their cheeks — tears of 
joy. The lost child was found. Each and 
every one clasped her hand, rejoicing that she 
had returned. 

Mrs. Allen still clung to her child, caressing 
her in a most affectionate manner, and Anally 
remarked : knew my child would some time 

come to me. God’s heard the widow’s prayer 
and watched over the fatherless child in all her 
lonely wanderings.” 

Mr. Burley remarked: ^^Let us all rejoice 
this Christmas day. The lost child is found. 
Let us cherish this Christmas as the most sa- 
cred of all days. It’s commemorative of the 
birth of our Saviour, Teace on earth, good-will 
towards men.’ ” 

After the horses were cared for. Will and 
his wife laid off their outside garments, reveaL 


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ing two of nature’s fair models. Will was six 
feet one inch in height, while his wife was five 
feet six inches, with Quaker garb and an aris- 
tocratic bearing. They were a very distin- 
guished looking couple. 

Aunt Polly said : ^^Let us send for Dr. J ones 
and his family, so that we can all rejoice to- 
gether.” 

J^one were more surprised than Dr. Jones, 
yet he and his wife were ready to congratulate 
the young couple. 

That Christmas was one of feasting and re- 
joicing. Aunt Polly had made great prepara- 
tions for the day, knowing that her children 
were coming from Eochester, little dreaming of 
the great surprise in store for them. 

After Will’s and Mary’s four days’ stay at 
Mr. Burley’s, all had learned the story of 
Mary’s disappearance, with all her wanderings. 
Will was proud to introduce Mary to his par- 
ents as his wife. It was a time of general 
rejoicing throughout the neighborhood. 

While Will and Mary were calling on friends 
Mr. Burley was arranging for a final settle- 
ment with Mary in regard to his guardianship. 
He had always made good investments. Her 
money had more than doubled and tripled, 
which made her a good sum. 

It was the first of January when Will and 
his wife returned to Philadelphia, where they 


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settled down for the winter to enjoy the honey- 
moon. 

Spring came with birds and flowers and 
warm and sunny days and bright zephyrs. The 
new house was fairly under way, and when 
autumn came they were settled in the new villa, 
her mother being one of the family. Mr. and 
Mrs. Dyer were proud of their children, as they 
called them. It was a great comfort to them 
to know they had some one to lean on in their 
old and declining years. 

So the seasons came and went and Will 
Lamb seemed to grow more popular every year, 
filling many positions of trust with honor and 
renown; and as for Mr. Burley and his good 
wife, they had passed on to the Great Beyond. 
The violets and wild roses are blooming over 
their graves, yet the people in and around 
Ocelia cherish their memory. 

Is it not strange how circumstances mould 
the lives of mankind. There was Rosie ^Torth, 
who married Edward Hull, and started with 
bright prospects, yet the changes came, nor did 
she choose the way. Circumstances guided her 
through many trying scenes. The death of 
Edward Hull was heart-rending, yet she lived 
on till the time she should marry Deacon Allen, 
which caused her much sorrow. Then came the 
mysterious disappearance of her daughter, 
Mary Anna Fitz Gerald Hull, the shock was 
so great, she nearly beside herself. 


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It was eight years, and there were no tidings 
of her whereabouts, yet the mother hoped on, 
trusting and believing God would hear the 
widow’s prayer. It was on Christmas Day, 
Rosie relied that her prayer was answered. 
That was the day Will Lamb and his wife came 
to Mr. Burley’s, where mother and daughter 
were once more united, never to be separated 
again. 

Circumstances had smiled on the sorrowing 
ones. Mrs. Allen, or Rosie, as she was 
familiarly called, was permitted to make her 
home with her daughter, where she was as 
happy, happy as could be, caressing and petting 
her grandchildren. Little Edward was the 
eldest ; his grandmother fairly idolized him. 
She had named him Edward Hull, after her 
first love. It was a dear name to her, and also 
to Will Lamb and his wife. The baby was a 
sweet little girl; Will said he was going to 
name her Mary Anna Fitz Gerald Hull Lamb, 
and so it was decided, and for short she was 
called ^^Baby Lamb.” No one could wish to 
see a happier family than Will Lamb’s. 

Such is lifel Goodliness and Godliness will 
prevail. 


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cuse. 

Baker Theatre, Rochester. 

Opera Hou^e, Providence. 

Worcester Theatre, Worces- 
ter. 

Hyperion Theatre, New 
Haven. 

Lyceum Theatre, Buffalo. 

Colonial Theatre, Cleveland. 

Rand’s Opera House, Troy. 

Garrick Theatre, St. Louis. 

Sam S. Shubert Theatre, 
Norfolk, Va. 

Shubert Theatre, Columbus. 

Lyric, Cincinnati. 


Mary Anderson Theatre, 
Louisville. 

New Theatre, Richmond, 
Va. 

New Theatre, Lexington, Ky. 

New Theatre, Mobile. 

New Theatre, Atlanta. 

Shubert Theatre, Milwau- 
kee. 

Lyric Theatre, New Orleans. 

New Marlowe Theatre, 
Chattanooga. 

New Theatre, Detroit. 

Grand Opera House, Dav- 
enport, Iowa. 

New Theatre, Toronto.’’ 

New Sothern Theatre, Den- 
ver. 

Sam S. Shubert Theatre, 
Kansas City. 

Majestic Theatre, Los An- 
geles. 

Belasco Theatre, Portland. 

Shubert Theatre, Seattle. 

Majestic Theatre, San Fran- 
cisco. 

F. H. Sothern & Julia Mar- 
lowe in repertoire. 



Margaret Anglin and Henry 
Miller. 

Virginia Harned. 

Mary Mannering in “ Glori- 
ous Betsy.*’ 

Mme. Alla Nazimova. 

Thos. W. Ross in “The 
Other Girl.” 

Cecelia I^oftus. 

Clara Bloodgood. 

Blanche Ring. 

Alexander Carr. 

Digby Bell. 

“ The Girl Behind the 
Counter.” 

“The I/ight Kternal.* 

“The Snow Man.” 

Blanche Bates in “ The Girl 
from the Golden West.” 

Darid Warfield in “The 
Music Master.” 

“ The Rose of the Rancho,” 
with Rose Starr. 

Harrison Gray Fiske’s 
Attractions. 

Mrs. Fiske in “The New 
York Idea.” 


‘Shore Acres.” 

Louis Mann in “The White 
Hen.” 

“The Road' to Yesterday.” 

Henry Woodruff in “ Brown 
of Harvard.” 

“The Secret Orchard,” by 
Channing Pollock. 

De Wolf Hopper in “ Hap- 
py land.” 

Eddie Foy in “ The Orchid.” 

Marguerite Clark, in a new 
opera. 

“The Social Whirl,” with 
Chas. J. Ross. 

James T. Powers in “ The 
Blue Moon.” 

Bertha Kalich. 

“Leah Kleschna.” 

“The Man on the Box.” 

Cyril Scott in “The Prince 
Chap.” 

“ Mrs. Temple’s Telegram.” 

“The Three of Us.” 


You cannot go wrong in selecting one of 
these play-houses for an evening’s entertain- 
ment in whatever city you may happen to be. 


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